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[[TOC]] [[Page 423]] [[Page 425]] and [[Bruda Pszths]] and [[Brat Slavos]]. One temp when he foiled to be killed, the freak wanted to put his bilingual head intentionally through the <I>Ikish Tames</I> and go and join the clericy as a demoni- can skyterrier. Throwing dust in the eyes of the Hooley Fer- mers! He used to be avowdeed as he ought to be [[vitandist]]. For onced I squeaked by twyst I'll squelch him. Then he went to Cecilia's treat on his solo to pick up Galen. Asbestopoulos! Inku- pot! He has encaust in the blood. Shim! I have the outmost con- tempt for. Prost bitten! Conshy! Tiberia is waiting on you, arestocrank! Chaka a seagull ticket at Gattabuia and Gabbiano's! Go o'er the sea, haythen, from me and leave your libber to TCD. Your puddin is cooked! You're served, cram ye! Fatefully yaourth . . . Ex. Ex. Ex. Ex. &mdash; But for what, thrice truthful teller, Shaun of grace? weakly we went on to ask now of the gracious one. Vouchsafe to say. You will now, goodness, won't you? Why? &mdash; For his root language, if you ask me whys, Shaun replied, as he blessed himself devotionally like a crawsbomb, making act of oblivion, footinmouther! (what the thickuns else?) which he picksticked into his lettruce invrention. [[Ullhodturdenweirmudgaardgringnirurdrmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrrerinsurtkrinmgernrackinarockar|Ullhodturdenweirmud-]] [[Ullhodturdenweirmudgaardgringnirurdrmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrrerinsurtkrinmgernrackinarockar|gaardgringnirurdrmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrrerin-]] [[Ullhodturdenweirmudgaardgringnirurdrmolnirfenrirlukkilokkibaugimandodrrerinsurtkrinmgernrackinarockar|surtkrinmgernrackinarockar]]! Thor's for yo! &mdash; The hundredlettered name again, [[last word]] of perfect lan- guage. But you could come near it, we do suppose, strong Shaun O', we foresupposed. How? &mdash; [[Peax! Peax]]! Shaun replied in vealar penultimatum. 'Tis [[pebils before Sweeney]]'s as he swigged a slug of Jon Jacobsen from his treestem sucker cane. [[Mildbut likesome]]! I might as well be talking to the four waves till tibbes grey eves and the rests asleep. Frost! Nope! No one in his seven senses could as I have before said, only you missed my drift, for it's being in- cendiary. Every dimmed letter in it is a copy and not a few of the [[silbils]] and [[wholly words]] I can show you in my Kingdom of Heaven. The [[lowquacity]] of him! With his threestar monothong! Thaw! The last word in stolentelling! And what's more right- down lowbrown [[schisthematic]] robblemint! Yes. As he was rising

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