off that whilehot, you scum of a fancy through strength to- wards the Nil. Victorias neanzas. Alberths neantas. It was Chudley Magnall once more among usl The rains of Demani are masikal as of old, for my publickers, Nolaner and Browmo, Nickil Hopstout, Christcross, so long for. They’re Penisole’s. And the bould she sould to hould the wine that wakes the barley, the peg in his storm collar, as I love our Deer Dirouchy, I confesses withould pride-