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[[TOC]] [[Page 208]] [[Page 210]] [[surfacemen|facemen]], [[boomslanging]] and plugchewing, fruiteyeing and flower- feeding, in contemplation of the fluctuation and the undification of [[her filimentation]], lolling and leasing on [[North Lazers' Waal]] all [[eelfare]] week by the [[Jukar Yoick's]] and as soon as they saw her [[meander]] by that [[marritime]] way in her [[grasswinter's weeds]] and [[twigged]] who was under her [[archdeaconess]] [[bonnet]], [[Avondale's fish and Clarence's poison|Avondale's]] [[Avondale's fish and Clarence's poison|fish and Clarence's poison]], [[sedges]] an to [[aneber]], Wit-upon- Crutches to [[Master Bates]]: <I>Between our two southsates and the</I> <I>granite they're warming, or her face has been lifted or Alp has doped!</I> But what was the game in her mixed [[baggyrhatty]]? Just the [[tembo]] in her [[tumbo]] or [[pilipili]] from her pepperpot? [[Saas]] and [[taas]] and [[specis bizaas]]. And where in [[thunder]] did she plunder? [[Fore the battle]] or [[efter the ball]]? I want to get it [[frisk]] from the [[soorce]]. I [[aubette]] my [[bearb]] it's worth while poaching on! Shake it up, do, do! That's a good old [[son of a ditch]]! I promise I'll make it [[worth]] your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet with a [[goodfor]]. [[Spey]] me [[pruth]] and I'll tale you true. Well, [[arundgirond]] in a [[waveney]] [[lyne]] [[aringarouma]] she pattered and swung and [[sidled]], dribbling her boulder through [[narrowa]] [[mosses]], the [[diliskydrear]] on our drier side and the [[vilde vetchvine]] agin us, [[curara]] here, careero there, not knowing which [[medway]] or [[weser]] to strike it, [[edereider]], making [[chattahoochee]] all to her [[ain]] [[chichiu]], [[like Santa Claus]] at the [[cree]] of the pale and puny, [[nistling]] [[to hear for their tiny hearties]], her arms [[encircling Isolabella|encircling Isola-]] [[encircling Isolabella|bella]], [[then running]] with reconciled [[Romas and Reims]], on like a [[lech]] to be off like a [[dart]], then bathing Dirty Hans' [[spatters]] with spittle, with a [[Christmas]] box apiece for aisch and iveryone of her childer, the [[birthday gifts]] they dreamt they gabe her, [[the spoiled she fleetly laid at our door|the spoiled]] [[the spoiled she fleetly laid at our door|she fleetly laid at our door]]! On the matt, by the pourch and in- under the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, the pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre. And they all about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime of their slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the Smyly boys at their vicereine's levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo Anna, high life! Sing us a sula, O, susuria! Ausone sidulcis! [[Hasn't she tambre!]] Chipping her and raising a bit of a chir or a

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