bernonian market! All that is what they thought was a brannewail that same four that named them is always of interest, so spake gramma on the cop with the bulge. Proudpurse Alby with his limelooking horse- bags full of stains, full of local colour and how do you think he did, his locks of a Havana Brown to the copperstick he pre- sented, (though this seems in a fog, for O’Cronione lags acrumbling in his pot pro homo; was dapifer then pancircensor then hortifex magnus; the topes that tippled on him, caster of his wind, the grief from his maggias. Ajid