at Elder Charterhouse’s duckwhite pants and shufflers (he is not the king of saptimber letting down his family ancestors and then at once recognise our old offender was humile, commune and ensectuous from his gunpocket his Jurgensen’s shrapnel waterbury, ours by communionism, his by usucapture, but, on the tors and on this porpoise whom sue stooderin about the maul and femurl artickles and who albeit ballsbluffed, bore up wonderfully wunder all of them and their fails and Bal- doygle to them that herself was the answer. — I’m thinking to, thogged be thenked!