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| − | while the prom beauties sreeked nith their bearers' skins! — in | + | while the prom beauties sreeked [[nith]] their bearers' skins! — in |
a period gown of changeable [[jade]] that would [[robe]] the wood of | a period gown of changeable [[jade]] that would [[robe]] the wood of | ||
two cardinals' chairs and crush poor [[Cullen]] and smother Mac- | two cardinals' chairs and crush poor [[Cullen]] and smother Mac- | ||
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cloak, so [[umvolosy]], as deaf as a [[yawn]], the stult! Go away! Poor | cloak, so [[umvolosy]], as deaf as a [[yawn]], the stult! Go away! Poor | ||
deef old deary! [[Yare]] only teasing! [[Anna Liv?]] As chalk is my | deef old deary! [[Yare]] only teasing! [[Anna Liv?]] As chalk is my | ||
| − | judge! And didn't she up in sorgues and go and trot doon and | + | judge! And didn't she up in [[sorgues]] and go and trot [[doon]] and |
| − | stand in her [[douro]], puffing her old dudheen, and every shirvant | + | stand in her [[douro]], puffing her old dudheen, and every [[shirvant]] |
| − | siligirl or | + | [[siligirl]] or [[Wensum]] farmerette walking the pilend roads, Sawy, |
Fundally, Daery or Maery, Milucre, Awny or Graw, usedn't she | Fundally, Daery or Maery, Milucre, Awny or Graw, usedn't she | ||
make her a simp or sign to slip inside by the sullyport? You don't | make her a simp or sign to slip inside by the sullyport? You don't | ||
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a jig or so on the [[sihl]] to show them how to shake their benders | a jig or so on the [[sihl]] to show them how to shake their benders | ||
and the dainty how to bring to mind the gladdest garments out | and the dainty how to bring to mind the gladdest garments out | ||
| − | of sight and all the way of a maid with a man and making a sort | + | of sight and all [[the way of a maid with a man]] and making a sort |
of a cackling noise like two and a penny or half a crown and hold- | of a cackling noise like two and a penny or half a crown and hold- | ||
ing up a silliver shiner. Lordy, lordy, did she so? Well, of all the | ing up a silliver shiner. Lordy, lordy, did she so? Well, of all the | ||
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while the prom beauties sreeked nith their bearers' skins! — in a period gown of changeable jade that would robe the wood of two cardinals' chairs and crush poor Cullen and smother Mac- Cabe. O blazerskate! Theirs porpor patches! And brahming to him down the feedchute, with her femtyfyx kinds of fondling endings, the poother rambling off her nose: Vuggybarney, Wickerymandy! Hello, ducky, please don't die! Do you know what she started cheeping after, with a choicey voicey like water- glucks or Madame Delba to Romeoreszk? You'll never guess. Tell me. Tell me. Phoebe, dearest, tell, O tell me andI loved you better nor you knew. And letting on hoon var daft about the warbly sangs from over holmen: High hellskirt saw ladies hensmoker lily- hung pigger: and soay and soan and so firth and so forth in a tone sonora and Oom Bothar below like Bheri-Bheri in his sandy cloak, so umvolosy, as deaf as a yawn, the stult! Go away! Poor deef old deary! Yare only teasing! Anna Liv? As chalk is my judge! And didn't she up in sorgues and go and trot doon and stand in her douro, puffing her old dudheen, and every shirvant siligirl or Wensum farmerette walking the pilend roads, Sawy, Fundally, Daery or Maery, Milucre, Awny or Graw, usedn't she make her a simp or sign to slip inside by the sullyport? You don't say, the sillypost? Bedouix but I do! Calling them in, one by one (To Blockbeddum here! Here the Shoebenacaddie!) and legging a jig or so on the sihl to show them how to shake their benders and the dainty how to bring to mind the gladdest garments out of sight and all the way of a maid with a man and making a sort of a cackling noise like two and a penny or half a crown and hold- ing up a silliver shiner. Lordy, lordy, did she so? Well, of all the ones ever I heard! Throwing all the neiss little whores in the world at him! To inny captured wench you wish of no matter what sex of pleissful ways two adda tammar a lizzy a lossie to hug and hab haven in Humpy's apron! And what was the wyerye rima she made! Odet! Odet! Tell me the trent of it while I'm lathering hail out of Denis Florence MacCarthy's combies. Rise it, flut ye, pian piena! I'm dying down off my iodine feet until I lerryn Anna Livia's cushingloo,
