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 hose hol'd home, yeth cometh [[elope]] year, coach and four, Sweet
 [[Peck-at-my-Heart]] picks one man more.
      9. Now, to be on anew and basking again in the panaroma of 
 all flores of speech, if a human being duly fatigued by his dayety
 in the sooty, having plenxty off time on his gouty hands and va-
 cants of space at his sleepish feet and as hapless behind the dreams
 of accuracy as any camelot prince of dinmurk, were at this auc-
 tual [[futule preteriting unstant]], in the states of suspensive exani-
 mation, accorded, throughout the eye of a noodle, with an ear-
 sighted view of old [[hopeinhaven]] with all the ingredient and
 egregiunt whights and ways to which in the curse of his persis-
 tence the course of his tory will had been having recourses, the
 reverberration of knotcracking awes, the reconjungation of
 nodebinding ayes, the redissolusingness of mindmouldered ease
 and the thereby hang of the Hoel of it, could such a none, whiles
 even led comesilencers to comeliewithhers and till intempes-
 tuous Nox should catch the [[gallicry]] and spot [[lucan's]] [[dawn]], by-
 hold at ones what is main and why tis twain, how one once
 meet melts in tother wants poignings, the sap rising, the foles
 falling, the nimb now nihilant round the girlyhead so becoming,
 the wrestless in the womb, all the rivals to allsea, shakeagain, O
 disaster! shakealose, Ah how starring! but Heng's got a bit
 of Horsa's nose and Jeff's got the signs of Ham round his
 mouth and the beau that spun beautiful pales as it palls, what
 [[roserude and oragious grows gelb and greem, blue out the ind]] of
 it! Violet's dyed! then <I>what</I> would that fargazer seem to seemself
 to seem seeming of, dimm it all?
      Answer: A [[collideorscape]]! 
      10. What [[bitter's love but yurning]], [[what' sour lovemutch]] but 
 a bref burning till [[shee that drawes dothe smoake retourne]]?
      Answer: I know, pepette, of course, dear, but listen, precious! 
 Thanks, [[pette]], those are lovely, pitounette, delicious! But mind
 the [[wind]], sweet! What exquisite hands you have, you angiol, if
 you didn't gnaw your nails, isn't it a wonder you're not achamed
 of me, you pig, you perfect little pigaleen! I'll nudge you in a
 minute! I bet you use her best Perisian smear off her vanity table