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 [[eirenarch's custos himself]] no less, the meg of megs, with the Carri-
 son old gang! Off with your persians! Search ye the Finn! The
 sinder's under shriving sheet. Fa Fe Fi Fo Fum! Ho, croak,
 evildoer! Arise, sir ghostus! As long as you've lived there'll be no
 other. [[Doff]]!
      &mdash;&mdash;&mdash; Amtsadam, sir, to you! Eternest cittas, heil! Here we are 
 again! I am bubub brought up under a camel act of dynasties long
 out of print, the first of [[Shitric]] Shilkanbeard (or is it Owllaugh
 MacAuscullpth the Thord?), but, in pontofacts massimust, I am
 known throughout the world wherever my good Allenglisches
 Angleslachsen is spoken by Sall and Will from Augustanus to
 Ergastulus, as this is, whether in Farnum's rath or Condra's
 ridge or the meadows of Dalkin or Monkish tunshep, by saints
 and sinners eyeeye alike as a cleanliving man and, as a matter of
 fict, by my halfwife, I think how our public at large appreciates
 it most highly from me that I am as cleanliving as could be and
 that my game was a fair average since I perpetually kept my
 ouija ouija wicket up. On my verawife I never was nor can afford
 to be guilty of crim crig con of malfeasance trespass against par-
 son with the person of a youthful gigirl frifrif friend chirped
 Apples, acted by Miss Dashe, and with Any of my cousines in
 Kissilov's Slutsgartern or Gigglotte's Hill, when I would touch
 to her dot and feel most greenily of her unripe ones as it should
 prove most anniece and far too bahad, nieceless to say, to my
 reputation on Babbyl Malket for daughters-in-trade being lightly
 clad. Yet, as my acquainters do me the complaisance of apprising
 me, I should her have awristed under my duskguise of whippers
 through toombs and deempeys, lagmen, was she but tinkling of
 such a tink. And, as a mere matter of ficfect, I tell of myself how
 I popo possess the ripest littlums wifukie around the globelettes
 globes upon which she was romping off on [[Floss Mundai]] out of
 haram's way round [[Skinner's circusalley]] first with her consola-
 tion prize in my serial dreams of faire women, [[Mannequins Passe]],
 with awards in figure and smile subsections, handicapped by two
 breasts in operatops, a remarkable little endowment garment.
 Fastened at various places. [[What spurt]]! I [[kickkick]] keenly love