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      And they viterberated each other, <I>canis et coluber </I>with the 
 wildest ever wielded since Tarriestinus lashed Pissasphaltium.
      <STRIKE> ;  ; </STRIKE>; Unuchorn! 
      <STRIKE> ;  ; </STRIKE>; Ungulant! 
      <STRIKE> ;  ; </STRIKE>; Uvuloid! 
      <STRIKE> ;  ; </STRIKE>; Uskybeak! 
      And bullfolly answered volleyball. 
      Nuvoletta in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was 
 looking down on them, leaning over the bannistars and listening
 all she childishly could. How she was brightened when Should-
 rups in his glaubering hochskied his welkinstuck and how she
 was overclused when Kneesknobs on his zwivvel was makeact-
 ing such a paulse of himshelp! She was alone. All her nubied
 companions were asleeping with the squirrels. Their mivver,
 Mrs Moonan, was off in the Fuerst quarter scrubbing the back-
 steps of Number 28. Fuvver, that Skand, he was up in Norwood's
 sokaparlour, eating oceans of Voking's Blemish. Nuvoletta lis-
 tened as she reflected herself, though the heavenly one with his
 constellatria and his emanations stood between, and she tried all
 she tried to make the Mookse look up at her (but <I>he</I> was fore too
 adiaptotously farseeing) and to make the Gripes hear how coy
 she could be (though he was much too schystimatically auricular
 about<I> his ens</I> to heed her) but it was all mild's vapour moist. Not
 even her feignt reflection, Nuvoluccia, could they toke their
 gnoses off for their minds with intrepifide fate and bungless
 curiasity, were conclaved with Heliogobbleus and Commodus
 and Enobarbarus and whatever the coordinal dickens they did
 as their damprauch of papyrs and buchstubs said. As if that was
 their spiration! As if theirs could duiparate her queendim! As if
 she would be third perty to search on search proceedings! She
 tried all the winsome wonsome ways her four winds had taught
 her. She tossed her sfumastelliacinous hair like <I>le princesse de la</I>
 <I>Petite Bretagne</I> and she rounded her mignons arms like Mrs
 Cornwallis-West and she smiled over herself like the beauty of
 the image of the pose of the daughter of the queen of the Em-
 perour of Irelande and she sighed after herself as were she born