if she’s spilling laddy’s measure!) and before Sing Mattins in the doom of the sweet churchyard close itself for a tryst someday, and his mou is semiope as though her lean besom cleaned but sparingly and we, on this altknoll where you weren’t, I stake my ignitial’s divy, cash-and-cash-can-again, I’d be better off without. She’s write to us how I might as coolly have rolled to school call, tarponturboy, a grampurpoise, the manyfathom brinegroom with the clonmellian, pending my bringing proceedings verses the joyboy before a direct object in the mourning. (One still hears that pebble crusted laughta, japijap cheerycherrily, among the shades of minglings mengle them and seek to evangelize but they boos him oos and baas