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 their [[salat]], the madiens' prayer to the messiager of [[His Nabis]],
 [[prostitating]] their selfs eachwise and combinedly. [[Fateha]], fold the
 hands. Be it honoured, bow the head. May thine evings e'en be
 blossful! Even of bliss! As we so hope for ablution. For the sake
 of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops. Amems.
     A pause. Their orison arises misquewhite as Osman glory, ebb- 
 ing wasteward, leaves to the soul of light its fading silence (allah-
 lah lahlah lah!), a turquewashed sky. Then:
     <STRIKE> ;  ; </STRIKE>; Xanthos! Xanthos! Xanthos! We thank to thine, mighty 
 innocent, that diddest bring it off fuitefuite. Should in ofter years
 it became about you will after desk jobduty becoming a bank mid-
 land mansioner we and I shall reside with our obeisant servants
 among Burke's mobility at La Roseraie, Ailesbury Road. Red
 bricks are all hellishly good values if you trust to the roster of ads
 but we'll save up ourselves and nab what's nicest and boskiest of
 timber trees in the nebohood. Oncaill's plot. Luccombe oaks,
 Turkish hazels, Greek firs, incense palm edcedras. The hypso-
 meters of Mount Anville is held to be dying out of arthataxis but,
 praise send Larix U' Thule, the wych elm of Manelagh is still
 flourishing in the open, because its native of our nature and the
 seeds was sent by Fortune. We'll have our private palypeachum
 pillarposterns for lovesick letterines fondly affianxed to our front
 railings and swings, hammocks, tighttaught balletlines, accomoda-
 tionnooks and prismic bathboites, to make Envyeyes mouth
 water and wonder when they binocular us from their embrassured
 windows in our garden rare. Fyat-Fyat shall be our number
 on the autokinaton and Chubby in his Chuffs oursforownly
 chuffeur. T will be waiting for uns as I sold U at the first antries.
 Our cousin gourmand, Percy, the pup, will denounce the sniff-
 nomers of all callers where among our Seemyease Sister, Tabitha,
 the ninelived, will extend to the full her hearthy welcome. While
 the turf and twigs they tattle. Tintin tintin. Lady Marmela Short-
 bred will walk in for supper with her marchpane switch on, her
 necklace of almonds and her poirette Sundae dress with bracelets
 of honey and her cochineal hose with the caramel dancings, the
 briskly best from Bootiestown, and her suckingstaff of ivory-