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[[TOC]] [[Page 213]] [[Page 215]] [[Biddy's beads|beads]] went bobbing till she rounded up [[lost]] [[histereve]] with a marigold and a cobbler's candle in a side strain of a [[main]] drain of a [[manzinahurries]] off [[Bachelor's Walk]]. But all that's left to the last of the Meaghers [[in the loup of the years]] [[prefixed]] and between is one kneebuckle and two hooks in the front. Do you tell me. that now? I do in troth. [[Orara por Orbe and poor Las Animas]]! [[Ussa]], [[Ulla]], we're [[umbas]] all! [[Mezha]], didn't you hear it a [[deluge]] of times, [[ufer and ufer]], [[respund to spond]]? [[You deed, you deed!]] I need, I need! [[It's that irrawaddyng I've stoke in my aars]]. It all but husheth the [[lethest]] [[zswound]]. [[Oronoko!]] What's your trouble? Is that the great [[Finnleader]] himself in his [[joakimono]] on his statue riding the [[high horse there forehengist]]? [[Father of Otters]], it is himself! [[Yonne]] there! [[Isset]] that? [[On Fallareen Common?]] You're thinking of [[Astley's Amphitheayter]] where the bobby restrained you making sugarstuck pouts to the [[ghostwhite horse of the Peppers|ghostwhite horse of the]] [[ghostwhite horse of the Peppers|Peppers]]. Throw the cobwebs from your eyes, woman, and spread your washing proper! It's well I know your sort of slop. Flap! [[Ireland sober is Ireland stiff]] Lord help you, [[Maria, full of grease]], [[the load is with me!]] Your prayers. [[I sonht zo!]] [[Madammangut!]] Were you lifting your elbow, tell us, glazy cheeks, in [[Conway's Carrigacurra|Conway's]] [[Conway's Carrigacurra|Carrigacurra]] canteen? Was I what, [[hobbledyhips?]] Flop! Your [[rere gait's]] [[creakorheuman]] bitts your butts disagrees. Amn't I up since the damp dawn, [[marthared mary allacook]], with [[Corrigan's pulse and varicoarse veins|Corri-]] [[Corrigan's pulse and varicoarse veins|gan's pulse and varicoarse veins]], my pramaxle smashed, [[Alice Jane|Alice]] [[Alice Jane|Jane]] in decline and my oneeyed mongrel twice run over, soaking and bleaching boiler rags, and sweating cold, a widow like me, for to deck my tennis champion [[son]], the laundryman with the [[lavandier]] [[flannels]]? You won your [[limpopo]] limp fron the husky hussars when [[Collars and Cuffs was heir to the town]] and your slur gave the stink to [[Carlow]]. Holy [[Scamander]], I [[sar]] it again! Near the [[golden falls]]. [[Icis]] on us! [[Seints of light!]] [[Zezere]]! Subdue your noise, you [[hamble]] creature! What is it but a blackburry growth or the [[dwyergray ass]] them four old codgers owns. Are you [[meanam]] [[Tarpey]] and [[Lyons]] and [[Gregory]]? I [[meyne]] now, thank all, [[the four of them]], and the roar of them, that draves that stray in the mist and old Johnny MacDougal along with

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