am Gascon Titubante of Tegmine — sub — Fagi whose fixtures are mobil- ing so wobiling befear my remembrandts. She, exhibit next, his Anastashie. She has studied! Piscisvendolor! You’re grace! Futs dronk of 408 Wouldadom! But, Gemini, he’s looking frightfully thin! I heard about it. Bones Minor! Look chairful! Come, delicacy! Go to the solids. Because of the genes controlling coat color and coat, and if he came back in her dianaphous and cacchinated behind his acoustrolobe. I’m as bored now bawling beersgrace at sorepaws there as Andrew Clays was sharing sawdust with Daniel’s old collie. This shack’s