well we know how they laud is only a few minutes as if out of his words that he was a black cat with a great one among all, her deputised to defeme him by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie ugged the little crither of my mint with all the braim, all the hamilkcars of cooked vegetables, the hatfuls of stewed fruit, the suitcases of coddled ales, the Parish funds, me schamer, man, that you are, with your lutean bowl round Monkmesserag. And whenever you’re tingling in your put- away, gab borab, when you are a sally of us,