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is a little tittertit of hilarity (Lad-o'-me-soul! Lad-o'-me-soul,
see!) and the wordchary is atvoiced ringsoundinly by their toots
ensembled, though not meaning to be clever, but just with a shrug
of their hips to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that
story to the ulstramarines. Otherwised, holding their noises,
they insinuate quiet private, Ni, he make peace in his preaches
and play with esteem.
    Warewolff! Olff! Toboo! 
    So olff for his topheetuck the ruck made raid, aslick aslegs 
would run; and he ankered on his hunkers with the belly belly
prest. Asking: What's my muffinstuffinaches for these times? To
weat: Breath and bother and whatarcurss. Then breath more
bother and more whatarcurss. Then no breath no bother but wor-
rawarrawurms. And Shim shallave shome.
    As Rigagnolina to Mountagnone, what she meaned he could 
not can. All she meaned was golten sylvup, all she meaned was
some Knight's ploung jamn. It's driving her dafft like he's so
dumnb. If he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk as thought yate-
man hat stuck hits stick althrough his spokes and if he woold nut
wolly so! Hee. Speak, sweety bird! Mitzymitzy! Though I did
ate tough turf I'm not the bogdoxy.
         Have you monbreamstone? 
         No. 
         or Hellfeuersteyn? 
         No. 
         Or Van Diemen's coral pearl? 
         No. 
    He has lost. 
    Off to clutch, Glugg! Forwhat! Shape your reres, Glugg! 
Foreweal! Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff's inners
even. All's rice with their whorl!
    Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She's promised he'd eye 
her. To try up her pretti. But now it's so longed and so fared and
so forth. Jerry for jauntings. Alabye! Fled.
    The flossies all and mossies all they drooped upon her draped 
brimfall. The bowknots, the showlots, they wilted into woeblots.