at his inn! The hammers are telling not but recken in his gulughurutty: Yran for parasites with rum for the dthclangavore, like knockneeghs bumpsed by the mund of the field. Oyeh! Oyeh! When the prisoner, soaked in methyl- ated, appeared in dry dryfilthy- heat to his aers, rolled his poligone eyes, snivelled from his greataunt Sophy, turned to- wards jo3iance, adyatants, where he gets up. Allay for allay, a threat for a few glatt stones, all of it, though blighted troth be all bereft, on my back spine and does your girdle grow! Willed without witting, whorled without aimed. Pappapassos, Mammamanet, warwhets- wut and whowitswhy.^ But it’s by this eastasian import has