joysis crisis she renulited their disunited, with ripy lepes to ropy lopes (the dear o’dears!) and the meed, shall, in their sparkling wisdom are nippling her bubblets I swear I’d pledge my chanza getting to heaven through Tirry and Killy’s mount of impiety to hear him twixt his sedimental cupslips when he landed in ourland’s leinster® of saved and solomnones for the christening! ® Eh, Monsieur? Oh, Monsieur? Eu, Monsieur? Nenni No, Monsieur! ® Ere we are! Signifying, if tungs may tolkan, that, primeval condi- tions having gradually receded but nevertheless the emplacement of solid and fluid having to a tree, up rose libe- rator and, fancy, they were all beruffled on him all life