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[[TOC]] [[Page 322]] [[Page 324]] [[beauw on the bummell|on the bummell]], the bugganeering wanderducken, he sazd, (that his pumps may ship awhoyle shandymound of the dussard), the coarsehair highsaydighsayman, there's nice tugs he looks, (how you was, Ship Alouset?) he sazd, the bloedaxe bloodooth baltxe- bec, that is crupping into our raw lenguage navel through the lumbsmall of his hawsehole, he sazd, donconfounder him, voyag- ing after maidens, belly jonah hunting the polly joans, and the hurss of all portnoysers befaddle him, he sazd, till I split in his flags, he sazd, one to one, the [[landslewder]], after Donnerbruch fire. Reefer was a wenchman. One can smell off his wetsments how he is coming from a [[beach of promisck]]. Where is that old muttiny, shall I ask? Free kicks he will have from me, turncoats, in Bar Bartley if I wars a fewd years ago. Meistr Capteen Gaascooker, a salestrimmer! As he was soampling me ledder, like pulp, and as I was trailing his fumbelums, like hulp, he'll fell the fall of me faus, he sazd, like yulp! The [[goragorridgorballyed]] pushkalsson, he sazd, with his bellows pockets fulled of potchtatos and his fox in a stomach, a [[disagrees]] to his [[ramskew coddlelecherskithers' zirkuvs|ramskew coddlelecherskithers']] [[ramskew coddlelecherskithers' zirkuvs|zirkuvs]], drop down dead and deaf, and there is never a [[teilwrmans]] in the feof fife of Iseland or in the wholeabelongd of Skunkinabory from Drumadunderry till the rumnants of Mecckrass, could milk a colt in thrushes foran furrow follower width that a hole in his tale and that hell of a hull of a hill of a camelump bakk. Fadgest- fudgist! Upon this [[dry call]] of [[selenium cell]] (that [[horn of lunghalloon]], [[Riland's in peril!]]) with its [[doomed crack]] of the old [[damn ukonnen power|damn ukonnen]] [[damn ukonnen power|power]] insound in it the [[lord of the saloom]], as if for a [[flash]] [[salamagunnded|sala-]] [[salamagunnded|magunnded]] himself, listed his [[tummelumpsk pack]] and [[hearinat]] presently returned him, [[ambilaterally]] [[alleyeoneyesed]], from their uppletoned layir to his beforetime guests, that bunch of palers on their round, timemarching and petrolling how, who if they were abound to loose a laugh (Toni Lampi, you booraascal!) they were abooned to let it as the leashed they might do when they felt (O, the wolf he's on the walk, sees his sham cram bokk!) their joke was coming home to them, the steerage way for stabling, ghus- torily spoeking, gen and gang, dane and dare, like the dud spuk

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