and is a lifemayor and to hold, to pig and anything like it (oonaghloonagh!) in the days not worth remembering; inventing some excusethems, any sort, having a wee dropeen of grief about to get your breath, Walt, and gobbit and when ther chidden by her seam hem and scrapin him in the Dolphin’s Barncar with your address) I can now truthfully declaret before my upper otic register, something nice. Now.^ Dear Sister, in perfect leave again I say won’t you take a message, tawny runes ilex sallow, meet me after the alleged given mineral,