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<STRIKE> </STRIKE> [[Uvuloid]]! | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> [[Uvuloid]]! | ||
<STRIKE> </STRIKE> [[Uskybeak]]! | <STRIKE> </STRIKE> [[Uskybeak]]! | ||
− | And bullfolly answered volleyball. | + | [[And bullfolly answered volleyball.]] |
[[Nuvoletta]] in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was | [[Nuvoletta]] in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was | ||
looking down on them, leaning over the bannistars and listening | looking down on them, leaning over the bannistars and listening |
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And they viterberated each other, canis et coluber with the wildest ever wielded since Tarriestinus lashed Pissasphaltium.Unuchorn!Ungulant!Uvuloid!Uskybeak! And bullfolly answered volleyball. Nuvoletta in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was looking down on them, leaning over the bannistars and listening all she childishly could. How she was brightened when Should- rups in his glaubering hochskied his welkinstuck and how she was overclused when Kneesknobs on his zwivvel was makeact- ing such a paulse of himshelp! She was alone. All her nubied companions were asleeping with the squirrels. Their mivver, Mrs Moonan, was off in the Fuerst quarter scrubbing the back- steps of Number 28. Fuvver, that Skand, he was up in Norwood's sokaparlour, eating oceans of Voking's Blemish. Nuvoletta lis- tened as she reflected herself, though the heavenly one with his constellatria and his emanations stood between, and she tried all she tried to make the Mookse look up at her (but he was fore too adiaptotously farseeing) and to make the Gripes hear how coy she could be (though he was much too schystimatically auricular about his ens to heed her) but it was all mild's vapour moist. Not even her feignt reflection, Nuvoluccia, could they toke their gnoses off for their minds with intrepifide fate and bungless curiasity, were conclaved with Heliogobbleus and Commodus and Enobarbarus and whatever the coordinal dickens they did as their damprauch of papyrs and buchstubs said. As if that was their spiration! As if theirs could duiparate her queendim! As if she would be third perty to search on search proceedings! She tried all the winsome wonsome ways her four winds had taught her. She tossed her sfumastelliacinous hair like le princesse de la Petite Bretagne and she rounded her mignons arms like Mrs Cornwallis-West and she smiled over herself like the beauty of the image of the pose of the daughter of the queen of the Em- perour of Irelande and she sighed after herself as were she born