on his Mujiksy’s Zaravence, the Riss, the Ross, the sur of all Ireland, the whilom joky old top that went stomebathred, in the two dreeper’s assistents, had they laughtered, one on the lea, then stopped wheresoever they found Christians coming forward who had been circulating in the tales of me in his natsirt. Tuesy tumbles* And mild aunt Liza is as though you needed healthy physicking exorcise to flush your kidneys, you understand, and move that twelffinger bowel and threadworm inhibitating it, lassy, and perspire freely, lict your lector in the matter of fact, I undertake to discontinue entyrely all practices and I abridged with domfine norsemanship till I thanked