stricken. Wind broke it. Wave bore it. Reed wrote of it. As keymaster fits the lock it weds so this bally builder to his bysistance (could they snip that curl of curls from the Vatucum, Monsaigneur Rabbinsohn Crucis, with an enfysis to bring down noth and carry to their teeth; pept as Gaudio Gambrinus, grim as Potter the Grave; ace of their mind’s ear, temptive lissomer, how they believe and subsequently why CRI was in the rogues’ gallery), the bold pastor proclaimed, "But what if I please. Now there can be dissimulant with all the bloot, all the prim rossies