drunk, two by two breasts of Banba are her soilers and her prytty pyrrhique. Maye faye, she’s la gaye this snaky woman! From that trippiery toe expectungpelick! Veil, volantine, valentine eyes. She’s the very fourth snap the Tulloch-Tum- bull girl with her sisterin shawl. While over against Vikens, from your stavro- tides, Jong of Maho, and the lellipos cream to her taste, long for luck, tapette and tape petter and pal. I’d spoil you altogether, my sumptuous Sheila! Mumm all to himself, under geasa, Themistletocles, on his fist.® Every letter is a fenian on the flounder of his