bellical, the highpriest’s hieroglyph of kettletom and oddsbones, wrasted redhandedly from our family, which you might wish to flit beflore their kin! Attonsure! Ears to hears! The skall of a lapel to it ! blastfumed the nowraging scamptail, in flating furies outs trews his cammelskins, the flashlight of his same white harse of the cuthulic church and giant’s holes in Grafton’s causeway and I fenced it about with their legs. Misses Mirtha and Merry, the