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  a cure at [[Badanuweir]] (though where it's going to come from this
 
  a cure at [[Badanuweir]] (though where it's going to come from this
 
  time <STRIKE>    </STRIKE>) as I sartunly think now, honest to John, for an income
 
  time <STRIKE>    </STRIKE>) as I sartunly think now, honest to John, for an income
  plexus that that's about the sanguine boundary limit. Amean.
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  plexus that that's about the [[sanguine boundary]] limit. Amean.
 
     Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, what  
 
     Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, what  
 
  though still high fa luting, as he turned his dorse to her to pay
 
  though still high fa luting, as he turned his dorse to her to pay
 
  court to it, and ouverleaved his booseys to give the note and
 
  court to it, and ouverleaved his booseys to give the note and

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self and take a good longing gaze into any nearby shopswindow
you may select at suppose, let us say, the hoyth of number
eleven, Kane or Keogh's, and in the course of about thirtytwo
minutes' time proceed to turn aroundabout on your heehills to-
wards the previous causeway and I shall be very cruelly mis-
taken indeed if you will not be jushed astunshed to see how you
will be meanwhile durn weel topcoated with kakes of slush
occasioned by the mush jam of the cross and blackwalls traffic
in transit. See Capels and then fly. Show me that complaint book
here. Where's Cowtends Kateclean, the woman with the muckrake?
When will the W.D. face of our sow muckloved d'lin, the Troia
of towns and Carmen of cities, crawling with mendiants in per-
forated clothing, get its wellbelavered white like l'pool and
m'chester? When's that grandnational goldcapped dupsydurby
houspill coming with its vomitives for our mothers-in-load and
stretchers for their devitalised males? I am all of me for freedom
of speed but who'll disasperaguss Pope's Avegnue or who'll
uproose the Opian Way? Who'll brighton Brayhowth and bait
the Bull Bailey and never despair of Lorcansby? The rampant
royal commissioners! 'Tis an ill weed blows no poppy good. And
this labour's worthy of my higher. Oil for meed and toil for feed
and a walk with the band for Job Loos. If I hope not charity what
profiteers me? Nothing! My tippers of flags are knobs of hard-
shape for it isagrim tale, keeping the father of curls from the
sport of oak. Do you know what, liddle giddles? One of those
days I am advised by the smiling voteseeker who's now snoring
elued to positively strike off hiking for good and all as I bldy
well bdly ought until such temse as some mood is made under
privy-sealed orders to get me an increase of automoboil and foot-
wear for these poor discalced and a bourse from bon Somewind for
a cure at Badanuweir (though where it's going to come from this
time     ) as I sartunly think now, honest to John, for an income
plexus that that's about the sanguine boundary limit. Amean.
    Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, what 
though still high fa luting, as he turned his dorse to her to pay
court to it, and ouverleaved his booseys to give the note and