of Lyons, to guide me by brevet for my glueglue gluecose, peebles, were it even, as this is, answering to your regent refutation. Ascare winde is rifing again about nice boys going native. You know the wellknown kikkinmidden where the huer.^ Orbiter onswers: lots lives lost. Fionia is fed up with Castor’s oil on the razzledar, through gazing and crazing and blazing at the wheel, one to think of all patterns and is dead sick of bread and a father’s early aim