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[[TOC]] [[Page 204]] [[Page 206]] Through her catchment ring she freed them easy, with her hips' hurrahs for her knees'dontelleries. The only parr with frills in old the plain. So they are, I declare! [[Welland]] well! If tomorrow keeps fine who'll come tripping to sightsee? How'll? Ask me next what I haven't got! The Belvedarean exhibitioners. In their cruisery caps and oarsclub colours. What hoo, they band! And what hoa, they buck! And here is her [[nubilee letters]] too. Ellis on quay in scarlet thread. Linked for the world on a [[flushcaloured|flush-]] [[flushcaloured|caloured]] field. [[Annan]] [[exe]] after to show they're not Laura Ke- own's. O, may the [[diabolo]] twisk your seifety pin! You child of [[Mammon]], Kinsella's [[Lilith!]] Now who has been tearing the leg of her drawars on her? [[Which leg is it? The one with the bells on it|Which leg is it? The one with the bells]] [[Which leg is it? The one with the bells on it|on it]]. Rinse them out and aston along with you! Where did I stop? Never stop! Continuarration! You're not there yet. I [[amstel]] waiting. [[Garonne, garonne!]] Well, after it was put in the Mericy Cordial Mendicants' Sitter- dag-Zindeh-Munaday Wakeschrift (for once they sullied their white kidloves, chewing cuds after their dinners of cheeckin and beggin, with their show us it here and their mind out of that and their when you're quite finished with the reading matarial), even the snee that snowdon his hoaring hair had a [[skunner]] against him. Thaw, thaw, [[sava]], [[savuto!]] Score [[Her Chuff Exsquire!]] Everywhere erriff you went and every bung you arver dropped into, in cit or suburb or in addled areas, [[the Rose and Bottle or Phoenix Tavern or Power's Inn or Jude's Hotel|the Rose and Bottle or]] [[the Rose and Bottle or Phoenix Tavern or Power's Inn or Jude's Hotel|Phoenix Tavern or Power's Inn or Jude's Hotel]] or wherever you scoured the countryside from Nannywater to Vartryville or from Porta Lateen to the lootin quarter you found his ikom etsched tipside down or the cornerboys cammocking his guy and Morris the Man, with the role of a royss in his turgos the turrible, (Evro- peahahn cheic house, unskimmed sooit and yahoort, hamman now cheekmee, Ahdahm this way make, Fatima, half turn!) reeling and railing round the local as the peihos piped und uban- jees twanged, with oddfellow's triple tiara busby rotundarinking round his scalp. Like Pate-by-the-Neva or Pete-over-Meer. This is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg. And

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