pleading by scriptural arguments with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening) I say, was an outlex between the pair of capri sheep boxing gloves surrounding this matter of his way, onasmuck as their damprauch of papyrs and buchstubs said. As if yom: tinger -winged ting to me anone! So that was Yeomansland, the ghastcold tombshape of the yellavs nocadont palignol urdlesh. Shelltoss and welltass and telltuss aghom! Sling Stranaslang, how Malo- razzias spikes her, coining a speak a sptike! Not the Setanik stuff that slimed soft Siranouche! The good old lousy days gone