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 plais. The said Sully, a barracker associated with tinkers, the
 blackhand, Shovellyvans, wreuter of annoyimgmost letters and
 skirriless ballets in Parsee Franch who is Magrath's thug and
 smells cheaply of Power's spirits, like a deepsea dibbler, and he is
 not fit enough to throw guts down to a bear. Sylphling me
 when is a maid nought a maid he would go to anyposs length
 for her! So long, Sulleyman! If they cut his nose on the stitcher
 they had their siven good reasons. Here's to the leglift of my
 snuff and trout stockangt henkerchoff, orange fin with a mosaic
 of dispensations and a froren black patata, from my church milli-
 ner. When Lynch Brother, Withworkers, Friends and Company
 with T. C. King and the Warden of Galway is prepared to
 stretch him sacred by the powers to the starlight, L.B.W. Hemp,
 hemp, hurray! says the captain in the moonlight. I could put
 him under my pallyass and slepp on him all nights as I would
 roll myself for holy poly over his borrowing places. How we will
 make laugh over him together, me and my Riley in the Vickar's
 bed! Quink! says I. He cawls to me Granny-stream-Auborne
 when I am hiding under my hair from him and I cool him my
 Finnyking he's so joyant a bounder. Plunk! said he. Inasmuch
 as I am delightful to be able to state, with the joy of lifing in my
 forty winkers, that a handsome sovereign was freely pledged
 in their pennis in the sluts maschine, alonging wath a cherry-
 wickerkishabrack of maryfruit under Shadow La Rose, to both
 the legintimate lady performers of display unquestionable, Elsebett
 and Marryetta Gunning, H<SUB>2</SUB>O, by that noblesse of leechers at
 his Saxontannery with motto in Wwalshe's ffrenchllatin: O'Neill
 saw Queen Molly's pants: and much admired engraving, meaning
 complet manly parts during alleged recent act of our chief
 mergey margey magistrades, five itches above the kneecap, as
 required by statues. V.I.C.5.6.  If you won't release me stop to
 please me up the leg of me. Now you see! Respect. S.V.P.
 Your wife. Amn. Anm. Amm. Ann.
      &mdash; You wish to take us, Frui Mria, by degrees, as <I>artis litterarum-</I> 
 <I>que patrona</I> but I am afraid, my poor woman of that same
 name, what with your silvanes and your salvines, you are misled.