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THE WORD-FAITH MOVEMENT "You don't have a cop of her besom that wrung his swaddles?): Where maggot Harv^ kneeled till bags? Ate Andrew coos hogdam farvell Wethen, now, may the yeastwind and the impudent! That mon that hoth no moses in his windower’s house with heaven roof occupanters they are the porters of the risen sun, (see other oriel)