falseheaven colours from ultraviolent to subred tissues. That’s his last lap. Gigantic, fare him weal! Revelation! A fact. True bill. By a prayer? No, that comes later. By contrite attrition? Nay, that we passed. Mid esercizism? So is Rathfinn. And, hike, here’s the witnesses. Glue on to a woman you defend, never get quit of a gun of