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scenities, una mona. [[Sylvia Silence]], the girl detective (<I>Meminerva</I>, | scenities, una mona. [[Sylvia Silence]], the girl detective (<I>Meminerva</I>, | ||
− | but by now one hears turtlings all over [[Doveland]]!) when supplied | + | but by now one hears [[turtlings all over]] [[Doveland]]!) when supplied |
with informations as to the several facets of the case in her cozy- | with informations as to the several facets of the case in her cozy- | ||
dozy bachelure's flat, quite overlooking John a'Dream's mews, | dozy bachelure's flat, quite overlooking John a'Dream's mews, | ||
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seated on one of the granite cromlech setts of our new fish- | seated on one of the granite cromlech setts of our new fish- | ||
shambles for the usual aireating after the ever popular act, with | shambles for the usual aireating after the ever popular act, with | ||
− | whom were Questa and Puella, piquante and quoite, (this had a | + | whom were [[Questa and Puella]], piquante and quoite, (this had a |
cold in her brain while that felt a sink in her summock, wit's | cold in her brain while that felt a sink in her summock, wit's | ||
wat, wot's wet) was encouraged, although nearvanashed himself, | wat, wot's wet) was encouraged, although nearvanashed himself, | ||
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pance, Naville, thus cor replied to her other's thankskissing: I | pance, Naville, thus cor replied to her other's thankskissing: I | ||
lay my two fingerbuttons, fiancee Meagher, (he speaks!) he was | lay my two fingerbuttons, fiancee Meagher, (he speaks!) he was | ||
− | to blame about your two velvetthighs up Horniman's Hill | + | to blame about your two velvetthighs up Horniman's Hill — as |
− | hook and eye blame him or any other piscman? | + | hook and eye blame him or any other piscman? — but I also |
think, Puellywally, by the siege of his trousers there was some- | think, Puellywally, by the siege of his trousers there was some- | ||
− | one else behind it | + | one else behind it — you bet your boughtem blarneys — about |
their three drummers down Keysars Lane. (Trite!). | their three drummers down Keysars Lane. (Trite!). | ||
Be these meer [[marchant taylor's]] fablings of a race referend | Be these meer [[marchant taylor's]] fablings of a race referend |
Latest revision as of 05:57, 16 January 2020
scenities, una mona. Sylvia Silence, the girl detective (Meminerva, but by now one hears turtlings all over Doveland!) when supplied with informations as to the several facets of the case in her cozy- dozy bachelure's flat, quite overlooking John a'Dream's mews, leaned back in her really truly easy chair to query restfully through her vowelthreaded syllabelles: Have you evew thought, wepow- tew, that sheew gweatness was his twadgedy? Nevewtheless ac- cowding to my considewed attitudes fow this act he should pay the full penalty, pending puwsuance, as pew Subsec. 32, section II, of the C. L. A. act 1885, anything in this act to the contwawy notwithstanding. Jarley Jilke began to silke for he couldn't get home to Jelsey but ended with: He's got the sack that helped him moult instench of his gladsome rags. Meagher, a naval rating, seated on one of the granite cromlech setts of our new fish- shambles for the usual aireating after the ever popular act, with whom were Questa and Puella, piquante and quoite, (this had a cold in her brain while that felt a sink in her summock, wit's wat, wot's wet) was encouraged, although nearvanashed himself, by one of his co-affianced to get your breath, Walt, and gobbit and when ther chidden by her fastra sastra to saddle up your pance, Naville, thus cor replied to her other's thankskissing: I lay my two fingerbuttons, fiancee Meagher, (he speaks!) he was to blame about your two velvetthighs up Horniman's Hill — as hook and eye blame him or any other piscman? — but I also think, Puellywally, by the siege of his trousers there was some- one else behind it — you bet your boughtem blarneys — about their three drummers down Keysars Lane. (Trite!). Be these meer marchant taylor's fablings of a race referend with oddman rex? Is now all seenheard then forgotten? Can it was, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that so diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true than any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, beyessed to and denayed of, are given to us by some who use the truth but sparingly and we, on this side ought to sorrow for their pricking pens on that account. The seventh city, Urovivla,