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Lima since Ineen MacCormick MacCoort MacConn O'Puckins
MacKundred. Only but she is a little width wider got. Be moving
abog. You cannot make a limousine lady out of a hillman minx.
Listun till you'll hear the Mudquirt accent. This is a bulgen
horesies, this is wollan indulgencies, this is a flemsh. Tik. Scapu-
lars, beads and a stump of a candle, Hubert was a Hunter, chemins
de la croixes and Rosairette's egg, all the trimmings off the tree
that she picked up after the Clontarf voterloost when O'Bryan
MacBruiser bet Norris Nobnut. Becracking his cucconut be-
tween his kknneess. Umpthump, Here Inkeeper, it's the doater-
een's wednessmorn! Delphin dringing! Grusham undergang!
And the Real Hymernians strenging strong at knocker knocker!
Holy and massalltolled. You ought to tak a dos of frut. Jik.
Sauss. You're getting hoovier, a twelve stone hoovier, fullends
a twelve stone hoovier, in your corpus entis and it scurves you
right, demnye! Aunt as unclish ams they make oom. But Nichtia
you bound not to loose's gone on Neffin since she clapped her
charmer on him at Gormagareen. At the Gunting Munting Hunt-
ing Punting. The eitch is in her blood, arrah! For a frecklesome
freshcheeky sweetworded lupsqueezer. And he shows how he'll
pick him the lock of her fancy. Poghue! Poghue! Poghue! And
a good jump, Powell! Clean over all their heads. We could kiss
him for that one, couddled we, Huggins? Sparkes is the footer
to hance off nancies. Scaldhead, pursue! Before you bunkledoodle
down upon your birchentop again after them three blows from
time, drink and hurry. The same three that nursed you, Skerry,
Badbols and the Grey One. All of your own club too. With the
fistful of burryberries were for the massus for to feed you living
in dying. Buy bran biscuits and you'll never say dog. And be
in the finest of companies. Morialtay and Kniferope Walker and
Rowley the Barrel. With Longbow of the lie. Slick of the trick
and Blennercassel of the brogue. Clanruckard for ever! The
Fenn, the Fenn, the kinn of all Fenns! Deaf to the winds when
for Croonacreena. Fisht! And it's not now saying how we are
where who's softing what rushes. Merryvirgin forbed! But of
they never eat soullfriede they're ating it now. With easter