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 blackfaced connemaras not of the [[fold]] but elder children of his
 household, his most besetting of ideas ([[pace]] his twolve [[predamanant|predama-]]
 [[predamanant|nant]] passions) being the formation, as in more favoured climes,
 where the Meadow of Honey is guestfriendly and the Mountain
 of Joy receives, of a truly criminal stratum, Ham's cribcracking
 yeggs, thereby at last eliminating from all classes and masses with
 directly derivative decasualisation: <I>sigarius</I> (sic!) <I>vindicat urbes</I>
 <I>terrorum</I> (sicker!): and so, to mark a bank [[taal]] she arter, the
 [[obedience of the citizens elp the ealth of the ole]].
        [[Now gode]]. Let us leave theories there and return to here's here. 
 Now hear. 'Tis gode again. [[The teak coffin]], Pughglasspanelfitted,
 feets to the east, was to turn in later, and [[pitly patly]] near the
 porpus, materially effecting the cause. And this, [[liever]], is the
 thinghowe. Any number of conservative public bodies, through
 a number of select and other committees having power to add to
 their number, before voting themselves and himself, town, port
 and garrison, by a fit and proper resolution, following a [[koorts]]
 order of the [[groundwet]], once for all out of plotty existence, as
 a [[forescut]], so you [[maateskippey]] might to you cuttinrunner on a
 [[neuw pack of klerds]], made him, while his body still persisted,
 their present of a protem grave in Moyelta of the best Lough
 Neagh pattern, then as much in demand among misonesans as
 the Isle of Man today among limniphobes. [[Wacht even]]! It was
 in a fairly fishy kettlekerry, after the Fianna's foreman had taken
 his handful, enriched with ancient woods and [[dear dutchy deeplinns|dear dutchy deep-
]][[dear dutchy deeplinns|linns]] mid which were an old knoll and a troutbeck, vainyvain of
 her osiery and a chatty sally with any Wilt or Walt who would
 ongle her as Izaak did to the tickle of his rod and watch her
 waters of her sillying waters of and there now brown peater
 arripple (may their quilt gild lightly over his somnolulutent
 form!) Whoforyou lies his last, by the wrath of Bog, like the
 erst curst Hun in the bed of his treubleu Donawhu.
        [[Best]]. This wastohavebeen underground heaven, or mole's 
 paradise which was probably also an [[inversion of a phallopharos]],
 intended to foster wheat crops and to ginger up tourist trade
 (its [[architecht]], Mgr [[Peurelachasse]], having been obcaecated lest