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Jump to navigationJump to searchRechabites obstain! Clayed sheets, pineshrouded, wake not, walk
not! Sigh lento, Morgh!) Quo warranto has his greats my soliven
and puissant lord V. king regards for me and he has given to me
my necknamesh (flister it!) which is second fiddler to nomen.
These be my genteelician arms. At the crest, two young frish,
etoiled, flappant, devoiled of their habiliments, vested sable, with-
drewers argent. For the boss a coleopter, pondant, partifesswise,
blazoned sinister, at the slough, proper. In the lower field a terce
of lanciers, shaking unsheathed shafts, their arms crossed in sal-
tire, embusked, sinople. Motto, in letters portent: Hery Crass
Evohodie. Idle were it, repassing from elserground to the elder
disposition, to inquire whether I, draggedasunder, be the forced
generation of group marriage, holocryptogam, of my essenes, or
carried of cloud from land of locust, in ouzel galley borne, I,
huddled til summone be the massproduct of teamwork, three
surtouts wripped up in itchother's, two twin pritticoaxes lived as
one, troubled in trine or dubildin too, for abram nude be I or
roberoyed with the faineans, of Feejeean grafted ape on merfish,
surrounded by obscurity, by my virtus of creation and by boon
of promise, by my natural born freeman's journeymanright and
my otherchurch's inher light, in so and such a manner as me it
so besitteth, most surely I pretend and reclam to opt for simul-
taneous. Till daybowbreak and showshadows flee. Thus be hek.
Verily! Verily! Time, place!
What is your numb? Bun!
Who gave you that numb? Poo!
Have you put in all your sparepennies? I'm listening. Sree!
Keep clear of propennies! Fore!
Mr Televox, Mrs Taubiestimm and invisible friends! I may-
may mean to say. Annoyin part of it was, had faithful Fulvia,
following the wiening courses of this world, turned her back on
her ways to gon on uphills upon search of louvers, brunette men of
Earalend, Chief North Paw and Chief Goes in Black Water and
Chief Brown Pool and Chief Night Cloud by the Deeps, or again
had Fluvia, amber whitch she was, left her chivily crookcrook
crocus bed at the bare suggestions of some prolling bywaymen
