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seen your missus in the hall. Like the [[queenoveire]]. [[Arrah]], it's | seen your missus in the hall. Like the [[queenoveire]]. [[Arrah]], it's | ||
| − | herself that's fine, too, don't be talking! [[Shirksends]]? You [[storyan]] | + | herself that's [[fine]], too, don't be talking! [[Shirksends]]? You [[storyan]] |
Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan [[grass woman]] [[plelthy]] | Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan [[grass woman]] [[plelthy]] | ||
good trout. [[Shakeshands]]. [[Dibble a hayfork's]] wrong with her only | good trout. [[Shakeshands]]. [[Dibble a hayfork's]] wrong with her only | ||
her [[lex's salig]]. [[Boald Tib]] does be yawning and smirking [[cat's_hours|cat's]] | her [[lex's salig]]. [[Boald Tib]] does be yawning and smirking [[cat's_hours|cat's]] | ||
[[cat's_hours|hours]] on the [[Pollockses']] woolly round [[tabouretcushion]] watch- | [[cat's_hours|hours]] on the [[Pollockses']] woolly round [[tabouretcushion]] watch- | ||
| − | ing her sewing a dream together, the [[tailor's daughter]], [[stitch_to_her_last|stitch to]] | + | ing her [[sewing a dream together]], the [[tailor's daughter]], [[stitch_to_her_last|stitch to]] |
[[stitch_to_her_last|her last]]. Or while waiting for winter to fire the [[enchantement]], | [[stitch_to_her_last|her last]]. Or while waiting for winter to fire the [[enchantement]], | ||
[[decoying more nesters to fall down the flue]]. [[It's_allavalonche_that_blows_nopussy_food|It's allavalonche that]] | [[decoying more nesters to fall down the flue]]. [[It's_allavalonche_that_blows_nopussy_food|It's allavalonche that]] | ||
[[It's_allavalonche_that_blows_nopussy_food|blows nopussy food]]. If you only were there to explain the mean- | [[It's_allavalonche_that_blows_nopussy_food|blows nopussy food]]. If you only were there to explain the mean- | ||
| − | ing, [[best of men]], and talk to her [[nice]] of [[guldenselver]]. The lips | + | ing, [[best of men]], and talk to her [[nice]] of [[guldenselver]]. The [[lips]] |
would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to [[Findrinny_Fair|Fin-]] | would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to [[Findrinny_Fair|Fin-]] | ||
| − | [[Findrinny_Fair|drinny Fair]]. What with reins here and ribbons there all your | + | [[Findrinny_Fair|drinny Fair]]. What with [[reins here and ribbons there]] all your |
hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at | hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at | ||
sea or swooped through the blue like [[Airwinger's bride]]. She | sea or swooped through the blue like [[Airwinger's bride]]. She | ||
| − | was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can second a | + | was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can [[second_a_song|second a]] |
| − | song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by. Fond of | + | [[second_a_song|song]] and adores a scandal when [[the last post's]] gone by. Fond of |
| − | a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her [[forty winks]] | + | a concertina and [[pairs]] passing when she's had her [[forty winks]] |
| − | for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her | + | for supper after [[kanekannan]] and [[abbely dimpling]] and is in her |
| − | merlin chair assotted, reading her [[Evening World]]. To see is | + | [[merlin chair]] [[assotted]], reading her [[Evening World]]. To see is |
| − | it smarts, full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news. | + | it [[smarts]], [[full lengths]] or [[swaggers]]. [[News, news, all the news.]] |
| − | Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount. | + | [[Death, a leopard]], kills [[fellah]] in [[Fez_(028)|Fez]]. [[Angry scenes at Stormount.]] |
| − | Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with | + | [[Stilla Star]] with her lucky in [[goingaways]]. [[Opportunity fair]] with |
| − | the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he | + | the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. [[Ding_Tams_he_noise_about_all_same_Harry_chap|Ding Tams he]] |
| − | noise about all same Harry chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle | + | [[Ding_Tams_he_noise_about_all_same_Harry_chap|noise about all same Harry chap]]. She's seeking her way, a chickle |
| − | a chuckle, in and out of their serial story, <I>Les Loves of Selskar</I> | + | a chuckle, in and out of their serial story, [[Les_Loves_of_Selskar_et_Pervenche|<I>Les Loves of Selskar</I>]] |
| − | <I>et Pervenche</I>, freely adapted to <I>The Novvergin's Viv</I>. There'll | + | [[Les_Loves_of_Selskar_et_Pervenche|<I>et Pervenche</I>]], freely adapted to [[The_Novvergin's_Viv|<I>The Novvergin's Viv</I>]]. There'll |
| − | be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her | + | be [[bluebells]] blowing in salty sepulchres the night she [[signs]] her |
| − | final [[tear. Zee End.]] But that's a world of ways away. Till track | + | final [[tear. Zee End.]] But that's a [[world of ways away]]. [[Till_track_laws_time|Till track]] |
| − | laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering | + | [[Till_track_laws_time|laws time]]. No [[silver ash]] or [[switches]] for that one! While [[flattering]] |
| − | candles flare. Anna Stacey's how are you! Worther waist in the | + | candles flare. [[Anna Stacey's]] [[how are you!]] [[Worther waist]] in the |
| − | noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. Her | + | [[noblest]], says [[Adams and Sons]], the [[wouldpay]] [[actionneers]]. Her |
| − | hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you | + | [[hair's as brown]] as ever it was. And [[wivvy]] and wavy. [[Repose you]] |
now! [[Finn no more!]] | now! [[Finn no more!]] | ||
| − | For, be that [[samesake]] [[sibsubstitute]] of a hooky [[salmon]], there's | + | For, be that [[samesake]] [[sibsubstitute]] of a [[hooky]] [[salmon]], there's |
| − | already a [[big rody ram]] lad at random on the premises of his | + | already a [[big rody ram]] lad [[at random]] on the premises of his |
Latest revision as of 15:44, 26 March 2021
seen your missus in the hall. Like the queenoveire. Arrah, it's herself that's fine, too, don't be talking! Shirksends? You storyan Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy good trout. Shakeshands. Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her only her lex's salig. Boald Tib does be yawning and smirking cat's hours on the Pollockses' woolly round tabouretcushion watch- ing her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to her last. Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement, decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's allavalonche that blows nopussy food. If you only were there to explain the mean- ing, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. The lips would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Fin- drinny Fair. What with reins here and ribbons there all your hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at sea or swooped through the blue like Airwinger's bride. She was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can second a song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by. Fond of a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her forty winks for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her merlin chair assotted, reading her Evening World. To see is it smarts, full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news. Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount. Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he noise about all same Harry chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle a chuckle, in and out of their serial story, Les Loves of Selskar et Pervenche, freely adapted to The Novvergin's Viv. There'll be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her final tear. Zee End. But that's a world of ways away. Till track laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering candles flare. Anna Stacey's how are you! Worther waist in the noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. Her hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you now! Finn no more! For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his
