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          Lollgoll! You don't soye so! All upsydown her whole 
creation? So there was nothing serical between you? And Dry-
salter, father of Izod, how was he now?
          To the pink, man, like an allmanox in his shirt and stickup, 
brustall to the bear, the Megalomagellan of our winevatswater-
way, squeezing the life out of the liffey.
          Crestofer Carambas! Such is zodisfaction. You punk me! 
He came, he kished, he conquered. Vulturuvarnar! The must of
his glancefull coaxing the beam in her eye? That musked bell of
this masked ball! Annabella, Lovabella, Pullabella, yep?
          Yup! Titentung Tollertone in S. Sabina's. Aye aye, she 
was lithe and pleasable. Wilt thou the lee? Wilt thou the hee?
Wilt thou the hussif?
          The quicker the deef the safter the sapstaff, but the main 
the mightier the stricker the strait. To the vast go the game! It
is the circumconversioning of antelithual paganelles by a hugger-
knut cramwell energuman, or the caecodedition of an absque-
litteris puttagonnianne to the herreraism of a cabotinesque ex-
ploser?
          I believe you. Taiptope reelly, O reely! 
          Nautaey, nautaey, we're nowhere without ye! In steam of 
kavos now arbatos above our hearths doth hum. And Malkos
crackles logs of fun while Anglys cheers our ingles. So lent she
him ear to burrow his manhood (or so it appierce) and borrow
his namas? Suilful eyes and sallowfoul hairweed and the sickly
sigh from her gingering mouth like a Dublin bar in the moarning.
          Primus auriforasti me. 
          The park is gracer than the hole, says she, but shekleton's 
my fortune?
          Eversought of being artained? You've soft a say with ye, 
Flatter O'Ford, that, honey, I hurdley chew you.
          Is that answers? 
          It am queery! 
          The house was Toot and Come-Inn by the bridge called 
Tiltass, but are you solarly salemly sure, beyond the shatter of
the canicular year? Nascitur ordo seculi numfit.