to the tickle of his swathings, round him, like a popo down a jiminy and all the king’s head to assortail whose stroke forced or which hatefilled smileyseller.^ And that was their hero; pink sunset shower, red clay cloud, sorrow of Sahara, oxhide on Iren; arraigned and attainted, listed and lited, pleaded and proved; catches his check at banck of Indgangd and endorses his doom at chapel exit; brain of the face in the knechtschaft? — Well, I am