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[[TOC]] [[Page 57]] [[Page 59]] testimony with benefit of clergy. His [[Thing Mod]] have undone him: and his madthing has done him man. His beneficiaries [[are legion|are]] [[are legion|legion]] in the part he created: they number up his years. [[Greatwheel Dunlop|Greatwheel]] [[Greatwheel Dunlop|Dunlop]] was the name was on him: behung, all we are his [[bisaacles]]. As hollyday in his house so was he priest and king to that: ulvy came, envy saw, ivy [[conquered]]. Lou ! Lou! They have waved his green boughs o'er him as they have torn him limb from lamb. For his [[muertification]] and uxpiration and dumnation and annu- hulation. With [[schreis]] and grida, deprofound souspirs. Steady, sullivans! [[Mannequins pause]]! [[Longtong's breach]] is fallen down but Graunya's spreed's abroad. Ahdostay, [[feedailyones]], and feel the [[Flucher]]'s bawls for the total of your flouts is not fit to fan his fettle,O! Have a ring and sing wohl! Chin, chin! Chin, chin! And [[of course]] all chimed din width the [[eatmost]] [[boviality]]. Swip- ing rums and beaunes and sherries and ciders and negus and cit- ronnades too. The strongers. [[Oho, oho, Mester Begge, you're about to be bagged in the bog again|Oho, oho, Mester Begge, you're]] [[Oho, oho, Mester Begge, you're about to be bagged in the bog again|about to be bagged in the bog again]]. Bugge. But softsies [[seufsighed|seuf-]] [[seufsighed|sighed]]: Eheu, for gassies! But, lo! lo! by the [[threnning]] gods, [[human, erring and condonable]], what the statues of our kuo, who is the [[messchef]] be our kuang, ashu ashure there, the unforgettable treeshade looms up behind the jostling judgements of those, as all should owe, malrecapturable days. [[Tap and pat and tapatagain]], (fire firstshot, Missiers the Refusel- eers! [[Peingpeong! For saxonlootie!]]) three tommix, soldiers free, cockaleak and cappapee, of the Coldstream. Guards were walking, in (<I>[[pardonnez-leur, je vous en prie]], eh?</I>) Montgomery Street. One voiced an opinion in which on either wide (<I>pardonnez!</I>, nod- ding, all the Finner Camps concurred (<I>je vous en prie</I>, eh?). It was the [[Lili|first woman]], they said, souped him, that fatal wellesday, [[Lili]] Coninghams, by suggesting him they go in a field. Wroth mod eldfar, ruth [[redd]] stilstand, wrath wrackt wroth, confessed private Pat [[Marchison]] <I>retro</I>. (Terse!) Thus contenters with [[santoys|san-]] [[santoys|toys]] play. One of our coming [[Vauxhall]] ontheboards who is resting for the moment ([[she]] has been callit by a noted stagey ele- cutioner a wastepacket [[Sittons]]) was [[interfeud]] in a [[waistend]] [[pewty]] parlour. Looking perhaps even more pewtyflushed in her cherry-

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