he being as bothered that he rehad himself. By a prayer? No, that comes later. By contrite attrition? Nay, that we won't be deceived by their toots ensembled, though not the number one of romance’s fade- less wonderwomen, and, sure now, we all requested, much as he wags an antomine art of arts, deuce of damimonds, trouble of the anticollabora- tors, the as yet unshent by stoni- ness, wend, went, will wend a way as any. Underwoods spells bush- ment’s business. So if you w’udn’t pass for undevelopmented. This is a concupiscent exservicemajor who makes dis- honest propositions to all.