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 flagrant [[marl]], jingling his turnpike keys and bearing aloft amid
 the fixed pikes of the hunting party a high [[perch]] atop of which a
 flowerpot was [[fixed]] [[earthside hoist with care]]. On his majesty, who
 was, or often feigned to be, noticeably longsighted from green
 youth and had been meaning to inquire what, in effect, had caused
 yon [[causeway]] to be thus potholed, asking substitutionally to be
 put wise as to whether [[paternoster and silver doctors]] were not
 now more fancied bait for lobstertrapping honest blunt [[Haromphreyld|Harom-]]
 [[Haromphreyld|phreyld]] answered in no uncertain tones very similarly with a fear-
 less forehead: Naw, yer [[maggers]], aw war jist a cotchin on thon
 [[bluggy]] [[earwuggers]]. Our [[sailor king]], who was draining a gugglet
 of obvious [[adamale]], gift both and gorban, upon this, ceasing to
 swallow, smiled most heartily beneath his walrus moustaches and
 indulging that none too genial humour which [[William the Conk]]
 [[on the spindle side]] had inherited with the hereditary whitelock
 and some shortfingeredness from his [[greataunt Sophy]], turned to-
 wards two of his retinue of [[gallowglasses]], Michael, [[etheling]] lord
 of [[Leix]] and [[Offaly]] and the [[jubilee]] mayor of [[Drogheda]], Elcock,
 (the two [[scatterguns]] being Michael M. Manning, [[protosyndic]] of
 [[Waterford]] and an Italian excellency named [[Giubilei]] according to
 a later version cited by the learned [[scholarch]] Canavan of Canmake-
 noise, in either case a [[triptychal religious family]] symbolising
 puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the [[purchypatch]] of
 [[hamlock]] where the [[paddish]] [[preties]] grow and remarked [[dilsydulsili|dilsydul-]]
 sily: [[Holybones of Saint Hubert]] how our [[red brother]] of Pour-
 ingrainia would audibly fume did he know that we have for sur-
 trusty [[bailiwick]] a turnpiker who is by turns a pikebailer no sel-
 domer than an earwigger! [[For he kinned Jom Pill]] with his court
 so gray and his haunts in his house in the mourning. (One still
 hears that pebble crusted laughta, [[japijap]] cheerycherrily, among
 the roadside tree the [[lady Holmpatrick]] planted and still one feels
 the [[amossive]] silence of the [[cladstone]] [[allegibelling]]: Ive [[mies outs]]
 ide [[Bourn]].) Comes the question are these the facts of his nom-
 inigentilisation as recorded and [[accolated]] in both or either of the
 [[collateral]] [[andrewpaulmurphyc]] narratives. Are those their [[fata]]
 which we read in [[sibylline]] between the <I>[[fas]]</I> and its <I>[[nefas]]</I>? No dung