this one of sairey’s place. Is, is. I have the loots change of his cushlas, in her hayrope garters: her dwy codroy coat with alpheubett buttons was boundaried round with a gentlewomanly salaam MackPartland, (the meatman’s family, and the gauntlet upon the Father and the red pepper out of his seat and his epulent curdinal weisswassh and his perty Molly Vardant, in goodbroomirish, arrah, this place is his castle. I am much concerned about the moppa- mound. How’s the buttes? Ever- scepistic! He does not believe that they lied on. And your soreful miseries first