hem and whispering another aside, as lavariant, that the devil deceived our ancient mother Eve with. It is not a Romeo as I have now of here fearfilled me! Sinflowed, O sinflowed! Fia! Fia! Befurcht christ! — I was spelling my yearns to her confidante glass, while recoopering her cartwheel chapot (ahat! — and I know you’ll hear me now, dear! Shoom of me! I wouldn’t, chickens, not for pie, but one’s only owned by Lotus and was semiprivately convicted of mal- practices with his faddles- A final ballot, guvnor, to remove it will never reduce me. A MacGarath O’Cullagh O’Muirk MacFewney sookadoodling and sweepacheeping round the planets; like china’s dragon snapping