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[[TOC]] [[Page 205]] [[Page 207]] the mauldrin rabble around him in areopage, fracassing a great bingkan cagnan with their [[timpan]] crowders. Mind your Grimm- father! Think of your [[Ma!]] Hing the Hong is his jove's hang- nomen ! Lilt a bolero, bulling a law ! She swore on [[croststyx]] nyne wyndabouts she's be level with all the snags of them yet. Par the [[Vulnerable Virgin's Mary del Dame!]] So she said to herself she'd frame a plan to fake a shine, the mischiefmaker, the like of it you niever heard. What plan? Tell me quick and [[dongu]] so crould! What the meurther did she [[mague?]] Well, she bergened a zakbag, a shammy mailsack, with the lend of a loan of the light of his lampion, off one of her swapsons, Shaun the Post, and then she went and consulted her [[chapboucqs]], old Mot Moore, Casey's Euclid and the Fashion Display and made herself tidal to join in the [[mascarete]]. O gig goggle of [[gigguels]]. I can't tell you how! It's too screaming to rizo, [[rabbit]] it all! Minneha, [[minnehi]] [[minaaehe|mina-]] [[minaaehe|aehe]], [[minneho!]] O but you must, you must really! Make my hear it gurgle gurgle, like the farest gargle gargle in the dusky dirgle dargle! By [[the holy well of Mulhuddart]] I swear I'd pledge my [[chanza]] getting to heaven through [[Tirry]] and [[Killy's]] mount of impiety to hear it all, [[aviary]] word! O, leave me my faculties, woman, a while! If you don't like my story get out of the [[punt]]. Well, have it your own way, so. Here, sit down and do as you're bid. Take my stroke and bend to your [[bow]]. Forward in and pull your overthepoise! Lisp it [[slaney]] and crisp it quiet. [[Deel]] me long- some. Tongue your time now. Breathe [[thet]] deep. Thouat's the fairway. Hurry slow and [[scheldt]] you go. [[Lynd]] us your blessed [[ashes]] here till I scrub the canon's underpants. Flow now. [[Ower]] more. And [[pooleypooley]]. First she let her hair [[fal]] and down it flussed to her feet its [[teviots]] winding coils. Then, mothernaked, she [[sampood]] herself with [[galawater]] and [[fraguant]] pistania mud, [[wupper]] and lauar, from crown to sole. Next she greesed the groove of her keel, [[warthes]] and wears and [[mole]] and [[itcher]], with antifouling butter- scatch and turfentide and [[serpenthyme]] and with leafmould she ushered round prunella isles and eslats dun, [[quincecunct]], allover her little mary. Peeld gold of waxwork her jellybelly and her

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