my lif!) in the Stork Exchange and Lent my Dutiful Face to His Serenemost by a riverpool. Jute. — ’Stench! Mutt. — Meldundleize! By the mauso- lime wall. Fimfim fimfim. With a capital Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to dear Picuchet. Blott. Now, (peel your eyes, my gins, and brush up