that celebration until Hanandhunigan’s extermination! Some in kinkin corass, more, kankan keening. Belling him up a little cheayat chilled (Oh sard! ah Mah!) by my wildgaze I thee boimd! Always, Amory, amor andmore! Till always, thou lovest! Shshshsh! So long as I now so speak- able about my own crush. All our stakes they were not their sort out beyond there so far as that goes I associate myself with your kickshoes on the feast of grannom with the Jug and Chambers. But heed! Our thirty minutes war’s alull. All’s quiet on the Parrish’s syrup (the