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Think of it! O [[miserendissimes]]t [[retempter]]! A Gripes! | Think of it! O [[miserendissimes]]t [[retempter]]! A Gripes! | ||
<STRIKE> </STRIKE> Rats! [[bullowed]] the Mookse most [[telesphorously]], the [[concionator|con-]] | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> Rats! [[bullowed]] the Mookse most [[telesphorously]], the [[concionator|con-]] | ||
| − | [[concionator|cionator]], and the [[sissymusses]] and the [[zozzymusses | + | [[concionator|cionator]], and the [[sissymusses]] and the [[zozzymusses]] in their [[robenhauses|ro-]] |
| − | [[robenhauses|benhauses]] quailed to hear his [[tardeynois]] at all for [[you cannot wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar.|you cannot]] | + | [[robenhauses|benhauses]] [[quailed]] to hear his [[tardeynois]] at all for [[you cannot wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar.|you cannot]] |
[[you cannot wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar.|wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar.]] [[Blast]] yourself and your | [[you cannot wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar.|wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar.]] [[Blast]] yourself and your | ||
[[anathomy]] [[infairioriboos]]! No, hang you for an [[animal rurale]]! I | [[anathomy]] [[infairioriboos]]! No, hang you for an [[animal rurale]]! I | ||
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<I>you</I>, [[barbarousse]]. [[Let thor be orlog.]] [[Let Pauline be Irene.]] Let | <I>you</I>, [[barbarousse]]. [[Let thor be orlog.]] [[Let Pauline be Irene.]] Let | ||
you be Beeton. And let me be Los Angeles. Now measure your | you be Beeton. And let me be Los Angeles. Now measure your | ||
| − | length. Now estimate my capacity. Well, sour? Is this space of | + | length. Now estimate my capacity. Well, [[sour]]? Is this space of |
| − | our couple of hours too dimensional for you, temporiser? Will | + | our couple of hours [[too dimensional]] for you, [[temporiser]]? Will |
you give you up? <I>[[Como?]] [[Fuert it?]]</I> | you give you up? <I>[[Como?]] [[Fuert it?]]</I> | ||
| − | <I>Sancta Patientia!</I> You should have heard the voice that an- | + | <I>[[Sancta Patientia!]]</I> You should have heard the voice that an- |
| − | swered him!<I> Culla vosellina</I>. | + | swered him!<I> [[Culla vosellina]]</I>. |
<STRIKE> </STRIKE> I was just thinkling upon that, swees Mooksey, but, for all | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> I was just thinkling upon that, swees Mooksey, but, for all | ||
| − | the rime on my raisins, if I connow make my submission, I can- | + | the [[rime on my raisins]], if I [[connow make my submission]], I [[cannos|can-]] |
| − | nos give you up, the Gripes whimpered from nethermost of his | + | [[cannos|nos]] give you up, the Gripes whimpered from nethermost of his |
| − | wanhope. Ishallassoboundbewilsothoutoosezit. My tumble, lou- | + | [[wanhope]]. [[Ishallassoboundbewilsothoutoosezit.]] My tumble, lou- |
| − | dy bullocker, is my own. My velicity is too fit in one stockend. | + | dy bullocker, is my own. My [[velicity]] is [[too fit]] in one [[stockend]]. |
| − | And my spetial inexshellsis the belowing things ab ove. But I | + | And my [[spetial]] [[inexshellsis]] the [[belowing]] things [[ab ove]]. But I |
| − | will never be abler to tell Your Honoriousness (here he near lost | + | will never be abler to tell [[Your Honoriousness]] ([[here he near lost his limb|here he near lost]] |
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asses all within bawl laughed and brayed for his intentions for they knew their sly toad lowry now. I am rarumominum blessed to see you, my dear mouster. Will you not perhopes tell me everything if you are pleased, sanity? All about aulne and lithial and allsall allinall about awn and liseias? Ney? Think of it! O miserendissimest retempter! A Gripes!Rats! bullowed the Mookse most telesphorously, the con- cionator, and the sissymusses and the zozzymusses in their ro- benhauses quailed to hear his tardeynois at all for you cannot wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar. Blast yourself and your anathomy infairioriboos! No, hang you for an animal rurale! I am superbly in my supremest poncif! Abase you, baldyqueens! Gather behind me, satraps! Rots!I am till infinity obliged with you, bowed the Gripes, his whine having gone to his palpruy head. I am still always having a wish on all my extremities. By the watch, what is the time, pace? Figure it! The pining peever! To a Mookse!Ask my index, mund my achilles, swell my obolum, wosh- up my nase serene, answered the Mookse, rapidly by turning clement, urban, eugenious and celestian in the formose of good grogory humours. Quote awhore? That is quite about what I came on my missions with my intentions laudibiliter to settle with you, barbarousse. Let thor be orlog. Let Pauline be Irene. Let you be Beeton. And let me be Los Angeles. Now measure your length. Now estimate my capacity. Well, sour? Is this space of our couple of hours too dimensional for you, temporiser? Will you give you up? Como? Fuert it? Sancta Patientia! You should have heard the voice that an- swered him! Culla vosellina.I was just thinkling upon that, swees Mooksey, but, for all the rime on my raisins, if I connow make my submission, I can- nos give you up, the Gripes whimpered from nethermost of his wanhope. Ishallassoboundbewilsothoutoosezit. My tumble, lou- dy bullocker, is my own. My velicity is too fit in one stockend. And my spetial inexshellsis the belowing things ab ove. But I will never be abler to tell Your Honoriousness (here he near lost
