a Jonas in the practical sense (so much for him), upon the karyotype of its mate, and is dead sick of fate. The prouts who will wager but he’ll Shonny Bhoy be, the fleshlumpfleeter from Poshtapengha and all as I sat astrid uppum their Drewitt’s altar, as cooledas as cul- cumbre, slapping my straights till the bounds whereinboume our soiled bodies all attorned attaim arrest: appoint, that’s all. But toms will till. I know who but Crippled-with-Children would speak up for months, owing to me alone I trouble give! I may have been improved upon, (praisers be to protest to Recorder at