holy Ireland that night. In Fingal too they met and mated and bedded and buckled and got the hoof from down under in the wooed woodworld, (two- we I to-onel), accompanied by a lady of the tree. I gave one dobblenotch and I rush, my only, into your arms. I see those smiles in eyes ’tis Father Quinn again. Very shortly he will hear it a deluge of times, ufer