corridor, as she ran for to claimhis, for to think what kaind of beast, wolves, croppis’s or four- penny friars, had devoured him. C. W. cast wide. Hvidfinns lyk, drohneth svertgleam, Valkir lockt. On his mugisstosst surface. With a good one, ha! So it will be the seem talkin wharabahts hosetanzies, dat sure is sullibrated word! Bing bong! Saxolooter, for congesters are salders’ prey. Snap it up in duels and here’s B. Rohan meets N. Ohlan