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| − | iennes and our findest grobsmid among all their orefices, (and, | + | iennes and our findest [[grobsmid]] among all their [[orefices]], (and, |
| − | shukar in | + | [[shukar in chowder]], so [[splunderdly English]]!) Mr [[Aubeyron Birdslay|Aubeyron]] |
| − | Birdslay. Chubgoodchob, arsoncheep and wellwillworth a triat! | + | [[Aubeyron Birdslay|Birdslay]]. [[Chubgoodchob]], [[arsoncheep]] and [[wellwillworth a triat]]! |
| − | Bismillafoulties. But the hasard you asks is justly ever behind his | + | [[Bismillafoulties]]. But the [[hasard you asks]] is justly ever behind his |
| − | meddle throw! Those sad pour sad forengistanters, dastychappy | + | meddle throw! Those [[sad pour sad]] [[forengistanters]], [[dastychappy dustyrust|dastychappy]] |
| − | dustyrust! Chaichairs. It is that something, awe, aurorbean in that | + | [[dastychappy dustyrust|dustyrust]]! [[Chaichairs]]. It is that something, awe, aurorbean in that |
fellow, hamid and damid, (did he have but Hugh de Brassey's | fellow, hamid and damid, (did he have but Hugh de Brassey's | ||
beardslie his wear mine of ancient guised) which comequeers this | beardslie his wear mine of ancient guised) which comequeers this | ||
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fombly fongered freequuntly and, when my signet is on sign | fombly fongered freequuntly and, when my signet is on sign | ||
again I swear, she is deeply sangnificant. <I>Culpo de Dido</I>! Ars we | again I swear, she is deeply sangnificant. <I>Culpo de Dido</I>! Ars we | ||
| − | say in the classies.<I> Kunstful</I>, we others said. What ravening shadow! | + | say in the classies.<I> [[Kunstful]]</I>, we others said. What ravening shadow! |
What dovely line! Not the king of this age could richlier eyefeast | What dovely line! Not the king of this age could richlier eyefeast | ||
in oreillental longuardness with alternate nightjoys of a thousand | in oreillental longuardness with alternate nightjoys of a thousand | ||
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sometimes, maybe, what has justly said of old Flannagan, a wake | sometimes, maybe, what has justly said of old Flannagan, a wake | ||
from this or huntsfurwards, with some shock (shell I so render | from this or huntsfurwards, with some shock (shell I so render | ||
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iennes and our findest grobsmid among all their orefices, (and, shukar in chowder, so splunderdly English!) Mr Aubeyron Birdslay. Chubgoodchob, arsoncheep and wellwillworth a triat! Bismillafoulties. But the hasard you asks is justly ever behind his meddle throw! Those sad pour sad forengistanters, dastychappy dustyrust! Chaichairs. It is that something, awe, aurorbean in that fellow, hamid and damid, (did he have but Hugh de Brassey's beardslie his wear mine of ancient guised) which comequeers this anywhat perssian which we, owe, realisinus with purups a dard of pene. There is among others pleasons whom I love and which are favourests to mind, one which I have pushed my finker in for the movement and, but for my sealring is none to hand I swear, she is highly catatheristic and there is another which I have fombly fongered freequuntly and, when my signet is on sign again I swear, she is deeply sangnificant. Culpo de Dido! Ars we say in the classies. Kunstful, we others said. What ravening shadow! What dovely line! Not the king of this age could richlier eyefeast in oreillental longuardness with alternate nightjoys of a thousand kinds but one kind. A shahrryar cobbler on me when I am lying! And whilst (when I doot my sliding panel and I hear cawcaw) I have been idylly turmbing over the loose looves leaflefts jaggled casuallty on the lamatory, as is my this is, as I must commit my lips to make misface for misfortune, often, so far as I can chance to recollect from the some farnights ago, (so dimsweet is that selvischdischdienence of to not to be able to be obliged to have to hold further anything than a stone his throw's fruit's fall!) when I, if you wil excuse for me this informal leading down of illexpressibles, enlivened toward the Author of Nature by the natural sins liggen gobelimned theirs before me, (how differen- ded with the manmade Eonochs Cunstuntonopolies!), weather- ed they be of a general golf stature, assasserted, or blossomly emblushing thems elves underneed of some howthern folleys, am entrenched up contemplating of myself, wiz my naked I, for relieving purposes in our trurally virvir vergitabale (garden) I sometimes, maybe, what has justly said of old Flannagan, a wake from this or huntsfurwards, with some shock (shell I so render
