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scension) how it was forstold for me by brevet for my vacation
in life while possessing stout legs to be disbarred after holy orders
from unnecessary servile work of reckless walking of all sorts for
the relics of my time for otherwise by my so douching I would
get into a blame there where sieves fall out, Excelsior tips the best.
Weak stop work stop walk stop whoak. Go thou this island, one
housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there,
then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies. Never back a
woman you defend, never get quit of a friend on whom you
depend never make face to a foe till he's rife and never get stuck
to another man's pfife. Amen, ptah! His hungry will be done! On
the continent as in Eironesia. But believe me in my simplicity I am
awful good, I believe, so I am, at the root of me, praised be right
cheek Discipline! And I can now truthfully declaret before my
Geity's Pantokreator with my fleshfettered palms on the epizzles
of the apossels that I do my reasonabler's best to recite my grocery
beans for mummy mit dummy mot muthar mat bonzar regular,
genuflections enclosed. Hek domov muy, there thou beest on the
hummock, ghee up, ye dog, for your daggily broth, etc., Happy
Maria and Glorious Patrick, etc., etc. In fact, always, have I
believe. Greedo! Her's me hongue!
    —— And it is the fullsoot of a tarabred. Yet one minute's ob- 
servation, dear dogmestic Shaun, as we point out how you have
while away painted our town a wearing greenridinghued.
    —— O murder mere, how did you hear? Shaun replied, smoil- 
ing the ily way up his lampsleeve (it just seemed the natural thing
to do), so shy of light was he then. Well, so be it! The gloom hath
rays, her lump is love. And I will confess to have, yes. Your
diogneses is anonest man's. Thrubedore I did! Inditty I did. All lay
I did. Down with the Saozon ruze! And I am afraid it wouldn't
be my first coat's wasting after striding on the vampire and blaz-
ing on the focoal. See! blazing on the focoal. As see! blazing upon
the foe. Like the regular redshank I am. Impregnable as the mule
himself. Somebody may perhaps hint at an aughter impression
of I was wrong. No such a thing! You never made a more freud-
ful mistake, excuse yourself! What's pork to you means meat to