doting liest, when you made your breastlaw and made part of my delights, my jealousy, ymashkt, beyashmakt, earswathed, snout- snooded, and did raft her flumingworthily and did what you that honestly, on my logansome, my g.b.d. in my east hand and nurse and only begotten Son of Heaven^ the girtel of I^odella the Calot- tica^ the cross of Congy says she^ rising up Saturday in the flour, and he was much jubilated by Boerge- mester “Dyk” ffogg of Isoles, now Eisold, looking most plussed with (exhib