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 to bride with [[Tristis Tristior Tristissimus]]. But, sweet [[madonine]],
 she might fair as well have carried her [[daisy's worth]] to Florida.
 For the Mookse, a [[dogmad]] [[Accanite]], [[were not amoosed]] and the
 Gripes, a [[dubliboused]] [[Catalick]], wis [[pinefully]] [[obliviscent]].
      I see, she sighed. There are [[menner]]. 
      The [[siss]] of the [[whisp]] of the sigh of the softzing at the stir of 
 the [[ver grose O arundo]] of a long one [[in midias reeds]]: and [[shades]]
 began to [[glidder]] along the banks, [[greepsing, greepsing]], [[duusk unto duusk|duusk]]  
 [[duusk unto duusk|unto duusk]], and [[it was as glooming as gloaming could be]] in the
 [[waste of all peacable worlds]]. [[Metamnisia]] was [[allsoonome]] [[coloroform|coloro-]]
 [[coloroform|form]] [[brune]]; [[citherior spiane]] an [[eaulande]], [[innemorous and unnumerose|innemorous and un-]]
 [[innemorous and unnumerose|numerose]]. The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not
 all hear. The Gripes had light ears left yet [[he could but ill see]].
 [[He ceased. And he ceased]], [[tung and trit]], and [[it was neversoever so dusk of both of them.|it was neversoever]]
 [[it was neversoever so dusk of both of them.|so dusk of both of them.]] But still Moo thought on the deeps of
 the undths he would profoundth come the morrokse and still
 Gri feeled of the [[scripes]] he would [[escipe]] if by [[grice]] he had luck
 [[enoupes]].
      Oh, how it was duusk! From [[Vallee Maraia]] to [[Grasyaplaina]], 
 [[dormimust]] echo! [[Ah dew! Ah dew!]] It was so duusk that the
 tears of night began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes
 and fours, at last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones
 were [[wecking]], as we weep now with them. <I> O! O! O! [[Par la pluie|Par la]] </I>
 <I> [[Par la pluie|pluie]]!</I>
      Then there came down to the [[thither]] bank [[a woman of no appearance|a woman of no]] 
 [[a woman of no appearance|appearance]] (I believe she was a Black with [[chills at her feet]]) and
 she gathered up [[his hoariness]] the Mookse [[motamourfully]] where
 he was spread and carried him away to her invisible dwelling,
 [[thats hights]], <I>[[Aquila Rapax]]</I>, for he was the holy sacred solem and
 poshup [[spit]] of her [[boshop's apron]]. So you see the Mookse he
 had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew all along. And
 there came down to the [[hither]] bank [[a woman to all important]]
 (though they say that [[she was comely]], spite the [[cold in her heed]])
 and, for he was as like it as blow it to a [[hawker's]] [[hank]], she
 plucked down the Gripes, [[torn panicky autotone]], in [[angeu]] from
 his limb and [[cariad]] away its [[beotitubes]] with her to her unseen