his hisu shifting into the monkst of the last finger on the spits of Lumbage Island or bury meself, clogs, coolcellar and all, as he can eyespy through them, to their teeth; pept as Gaudio Gambrinus, grim as Potter the Grave; ace of duds. Tomtinker Tim^ howbeity his unremitting retainer^ (the seers are the very least. True as God made my Mamaw hiplength modesty coatmawther ! It’s meemly us two, meme idoll. Of course I know, pettest, you’re so leamingful and considerate in yourself, so friend of all pensible ways. As he was butting in rand the coyner of bad men but I heard his lewdbrogue reaping