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pious!). And it was cyclums cyclorums after he made design on
the corse and he want to mess on him (enterellbo add all taller
Danis), back, seater and sides, and he applied (I'm amazingly
sorracer!) the wholed bould shoulderedboy's width for fullness,
measures for messieurs, messer's massed, (they were saycalling
again and agone and all over agun, the louthly meathers, the
loudly meaders, the lously measlers, six to one, bar ones).
     And they pled him beheighten the firing. Dope. 
     Maltomeetim, alltomatetam, when a tale tarries shome shunter 
shove on. Fore auld they wauld to pree.
     Pray. 
     Of this Mr A (tillalaric) and these wasch woman (dapple- 
hued), fhronehflord and feeofeeds, who had insue keen and able
and a spindlesong aside, nothing more is told until now, his
awebrume hour, her sere Sahara of sad oakleaves. And then. Be
old. The next thing is. We are once amore as babes awondering
in a wold made fresh where with the hen in the storyaboot we
start from scratch.
     So the truce, the old truce and nattonbuff the truce, boys. 
Drouth is stronger than faction. Slant. Shinshin. Shinshin.
          It was of The Grant, old gartener, qua golden meddlist, 
Publius Manlius, fuderal private, (his place is his poster, sure, they
said, and we're going to mark it, sore, they said, with a carbon
caustick manner) bequother the liberaloider at his petty corpore-
lezzo that hung caughtnapping from his baited breath, it was of
him, my wife and I thinks, to feel to every of the younging fruits,
tenderosed like an atalantic's breastswells or, on a second wreath-
ing, a bright tauth bight shimmeryshaking for the welt of his
plow. And where the peckadillies at his wristsends meetings be
loving so lightly dovessoild the candidacy, me wipin eye sinks,
of his softboiled bosom should be apparient even to our illicterate
of nullatinenties.
     All to which not a lot snapped The Nolan of the Calabashes 
at his whilom eweheart photognomist who by this sum taken
was as much incensed by Saint Bruno as that what he had con-
summed was his own panegoric, and wot a lout about it if it was