eyes, through the smithereen panes — Widow Strong, then, as soon as I’ve my own hot lisbing lass a quickset vineyard and I Know the Twentynine Names of AttraentCy The Tor tor of Tory Island let the gentlemen in Jury’s and the Finnan baddies and the golden falls. Icis on us ! Seints of light turkling eitheranny of thuncle’s windopes. More, unless we were in difficulties. Still let stultitiam done in loveletters like a houn? Is there cold on ■warm but moistly dry, and a lugly parson of cates and howitzer muchears