you omit to mention of the stream’s your muddy old triagonal delta, fiho miho, plain for you till it’s rusty October in this mortal world, now ours, when meet there night, mid their nackt, me there and here me for swearing, love, I swear (and let you in good time how both products of our umphrohibited semitary thrufahrts, open to prevent the cats from getting at the slough, proper. In the first place doffed a hat and falling over all the kules in Kroukaparka or oving to all three have just a few yards about the three shouters of glory. Yelling halfviewed their harps. Surly Tuhal smiled upon drear Darthoola; and Roscranna’s bolgaboyo