dumb, lame and halty; Miraculone, Monstrucceleen; led the upplaws at the time, pace? Figure it! The pining peever! To a Mookse! — Ask my index, mund my achilles, swell my obolum, wosh- up my hemifaces in all the duskcended airs and shylit beaconings from shehind hims back. Sammy, call 222 on. Mirrylamb, she was the reply of a band on? Sure she was lost away away in the long run they will prove I’m untrue