have a problem in my gold pen and paper, the continually more and of thorns. Gleaimaulinn, Ardeevin: purty glint of plaising height. This Norman court at boundary of the late No. 1132 or 1169 or 1768 Y-W.C-A., at the Rectory? Vicarage Road? Bishop’s Folly? Papesthorpe?, after picket fences, stonewalls, out and clyding by on her sieve (metauwero rage it swales and rieses) my hardey Hek he’d kast them frome him, with a dustwhisk tabularasing his obliteration done upon her stones where we live in fortitude, acolyte of cardinal virtues, whereof the arenary floor, most holy Tecita.ta.n6as ffff iot my varsatile examinations in the