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Not the phost of a nation! Nor by a long trollop! I just didn't have | Not the phost of a nation! Nor by a long trollop! I just didn't have | ||
the time to. Saint Anthony Guide! | the time to. Saint Anthony Guide! | ||
| − | + | —— But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we | |
remembered, who it was, good boy, to begin with, who out of | remembered, who it was, good boy, to begin with, who out of | ||
symphony gave you the permit? | symphony gave you the permit? | ||
| − | + | —— Goodbye now, Shaun replied, with a voice pure as a church- | |
mode, in echo rightdainty, with a good catlick tug at his coco- | mode, in echo rightdainty, with a good catlick tug at his coco- | ||
moss candylock, a foretaste in time of his cabbageous brain's | moss candylock, a foretaste in time of his cabbageous brain's | ||
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fortnichts since I was meeting on the Thinker's Dam with a pair | fortnichts since I was meeting on the Thinker's Dam with a pair | ||
of men out of glasshouse whom I shuffled hands with named | of men out of glasshouse whom I shuffled hands with named | ||
| − | MacBlacks | + | MacBlacks —— I think their names is MacBlakes——from the Headfire |
| − | Clump | + | Clump —— and they were improving me and making me beliek no |
five hour factory life with insufficient emollient and industrial | five hour factory life with insufficient emollient and industrial | ||
disabled for them that day o'gratises. I have the highest grati- | disabled for them that day o'gratises. I have the highest grati- | ||
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wettings, thunders and fires, comes sabotag. <I>Solvitur palum-</I> | wettings, thunders and fires, comes sabotag. <I>Solvitur palum-</I> | ||
<I>ballando!</I> Tilvido! Adie! | <I>ballando!</I> Tilvido! Adie! | ||
| − | + | —— Then, we explained, salve a tour, ambly andy, you possibly | |
might be so by order? | might be so by order? | ||
| − | + | —— Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid lipes, not what | |
I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on me pre- | I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on me pre- | ||
mitially by Hireark Books and Chiefoverseer Cooks in their | mitially by Hireark Books and Chiefoverseer Cooks in their | ||
Eusebian Concordant Homilies and there does be a power com- | Eusebian Concordant Homilies and there does be a power com- | ||
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Wouldndom! But, Gemini, he's looking frightfully thin! I heard
the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay. Down among the dust-
bins let him lie! Ear! Ear! Not ay! Eye! Eye! For I'm at the heart
of it. Yet I cannot on my solemn merits as a recitativer recollect
ever having done of anything of the kind to deserve of such.
Not the phost of a nation! Nor by a long trollop! I just didn't have
the time to. Saint Anthony Guide!
—— But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we
remembered, who it was, good boy, to begin with, who out of
symphony gave you the permit?
—— Goodbye now, Shaun replied, with a voice pure as a church-
mode, in echo rightdainty, with a good catlick tug at his coco-
moss candylock, a foretaste in time of his cabbageous brain's
curlyflower. Athiacaro! Comb his tar odd gee sing your mower
O meeow? Greet thee Good? How are them columbuses! Lard
have mustard on them! Fatiguing, very fatiguing. Hobos horn-
knees and the corveeture of my spine. Poumeerme! My heaviest
crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed as hard as the thinkamuddles
of the Greeks and a board as bare as a Roman altar. I'm off
rabbited kitchens and relief porridgers. No later than a very few
fortnichts since I was meeting on the Thinker's Dam with a pair
of men out of glasshouse whom I shuffled hands with named
MacBlacks —— I think their names is MacBlakes——from the Headfire
Clump —— and they were improving me and making me beliek no
five hour factory life with insufficient emollient and industrial
disabled for them that day o'gratises. I have the highest grati-
fication by anuncing how I have it from whowho but Hagios
Colleenkiller's prophecies. After suns and moons, dews and
wettings, thunders and fires, comes sabotag. Solvitur palum-
ballando! Tilvido! Adie!
—— Then, we explained, salve a tour, ambly andy, you possibly
might be so by order?
—— Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid lipes, not what
I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on me pre-
mitially by Hireark Books and Chiefoverseer Cooks in their
Eusebian Concordant Homilies and there does be a power com-
