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 One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend corn-   
 wer, man —  ship me silver!, it must have been, faw! a terrible    
 mavrue mavone, to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a   
 finalley, and that's flat as Tut's fut, for whowghowho? the poour   
 girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so inseuladed as Crampton's   
 peartree, (she sall eurn bitter bed by thirt sweet of her face!), and   
 short wonder so many of the tomthick and tarry members in all   
 there subsequious ages of our timocracy tipped to console with her   
 at her mirrorable gracewindow'd hut1 till the ives of Man, the    
 O'Kneels and the O'Prayins and the O'Hyens of Lochlaunstown  
 and the O'Hollerins of Staneybatter, hollyboys, all, burryripe  
 who'll buy?,2 in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments   
 and that's not the finis of it (would it were!) —  but to think of him  
 foundling a nelliza the second,3 also cliptbuss (the best was still  
 there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, re-   
 triever to the last4 —  escapes my forgetness now was it dust-    
 covered, nom de Lieu! on lapse or street ondown, through, for or   
 from a foe, by with as on a friend, at the Rectory? Vicarage Road?   
 Bishop's Folly? Papesthorpe?, after picket fences, stonewalls, out   
 and ins or oxers —  for merry a valsehood whisprit he to manny a   
 lilying earling;5 and to try to analyse that ambo's pair of brace-    
 leans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all6 of that miching   
 micher's bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mous-   
 taches, Dammad and Groany, into her limited (tuff, tuff, que tu es   
 pitre!) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends7 in their dolight-   
 ful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper's  
 brow and prickled ears !) as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition,  
 were a wrigular writher neonovene babe!8 —  well, diarmuee and  
 
   1 O hce! O hce! 
   2 Six and seven the League. 
   3 It's all round me hat I'll wear a drooping dido. 
   4 Have you ever thought of a hitching your [[stern and being ourdean]ed, 
Mester Bootenfly, here's me and Myrtle is twinkling to know. 
   5 To show they caught preferment. 
   6 See the freeman's cuticatura by Fennella. 
   7 Just one big booty's pot. 
   8 Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he died a natural 
death.