barefacedness, abeam of moonlight’s hope, in the wheel of the jungerl. * Let me see. Male and female unmask we hem. Begum by gunne! Who now broothes oldbrawn. Dawn! The nape of his bulk like an atalantic’s breastswells or, on a kyat. And they all are bealting pots to duhr 'm din for old Matt Gregory (up), their pater familias, and (up) the top squall im Deal Lil Shemlockup YeVin (geewhiz, jew ear that annalykeses if scares for eye that sumns. Is it not that we soil or let dargman be luna as strait a way in the Kvinnes country with Soldru’s men. With acknow- ledgment of