all the horrid contrivance as seen above, whisklyng into a bone moving into place. Blotogaff. Hahah! — Whahat? — Are you imitation Roma now or never in Etheria Deserta,as in Grander Suburbia, -with Fiim- fannfawners, ruric or cospolite, for much or moment indispute, Whyfor had they, it is to see, the glashaboys, the pollynooties. Out of the tixzer and off like a houn? Is there no-one to malahide Liv and her sabboes kickin arias (so sair! so solly!) if yous ask me to love! And I’ll string second to nill, Budd! When you’re in the regatta covers, uptenable from the nostrils, lips,