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[[his mild dewed cheek|cheek]] and the [[tata]] of a tiny [[victorienne]], [[Alys]], pressed by his | [[his mild dewed cheek|cheek]] and the [[tata]] of a tiny [[victorienne]], [[Alys]], pressed by his | ||
[[limper looser]]. | [[limper looser]]. | ||
| − | [[Yet certes one is.]] Eher the following winter had overed the | + | [[Yet certes one is.]] [[Eher the following winter had overed the pages of nature's book|Eher the following winter had overed the]] |
| − | pages of nature's book and till [[Ceadurbar-atta-Cleath]] became | + | [[Eher the following winter had overed the pages of nature's book|pages of nature's book]] and till [[Ceadurbar-atta-Cleath]] became |
| − | Dablena Tertia, the shadow of the huge outlander, maladik, mult- | + | Dablena Tertia, the shadow of the huge outlander, [[maladik]], mult- |
vult, magnoperous, had bulked at the bar of a [[rota]] of tribunals in | vult, magnoperous, had bulked at the bar of a [[rota]] of tribunals in | ||
manor hall as in thieves' kitchen, mid pillow talk and chithouse | manor hall as in thieves' kitchen, mid pillow talk and chithouse | ||
chat, on [[Marlborough Green]] as through [[Molesworth Fields]], here | chat, on [[Marlborough Green]] as through [[Molesworth Fields]], here | ||
sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice, there acquitted con- | sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice, there acquitted con- | ||
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raised the rains have levelled but we hear the pointers and can gauge their compass for the melos yields the mode and the mode the manners plicyman, plansiman, plousiman, plab. Tsin tsin tsin tsin! The forefarther folkers for a prize of two peaches with Ming, Ching and Shunny on the lie low lea. We'll sit down on the hope of the ghouly ghost for the titheman troubleth but his hantitat hies not here. They answer from their Zoans; Hear the four of them! Hark torroar of them! I, says Armagh, and a'm proud o'it. I, says Clonakilty, God help us! I, says Deansgrange, and say nothing. I, says Barna, and whatabout it? Hee haw! Be- fore he fell hill he filled heaven: a stream, alplapping streamlet, coyly coiled um, cool of her curls: We were but thermites then, wee, wee. Our antheap we sensed as a Hill of Allen, the Barrow for an People, one Jotnursfjaell: and it was a grummelung amung the porktroop that wonderstruck us as a thunder, yunder. Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely few to warrant our certitude, the evidencegivers by legpoll too untrustworthily irreperible where his adjugers are semmingly freak threes but his judicandees plainly minus twos. Neverthe- less Madam's Toshowus waxes largely more lifeliked (entrance, one kudos; exits, free) and our notional gullery is now com- pletely complacent, an exegious monument, aerily perennious. Oblige with your blackthorns; gamps, degrace! And there many have paused before that exposure of him by old Tom Quad, a flashback in which he sits sated, gowndabout, in clericalease ha- bit, watching bland sol slithe dodgsomely into the nethermore, a globule of maugdleness about to corrugitate his mild dewed cheek and the tata of a tiny victorienne, Alys, pressed by his limper looser. Yet certes one is. Eher the following winter had overed the pages of nature's book and till Ceadurbar-atta-Cleath became Dablena Tertia, the shadow of the huge outlander, maladik, mult- vult, magnoperous, had bulked at the bar of a rota of tribunals in manor hall as in thieves' kitchen, mid pillow talk and chithouse chat, on Marlborough Green as through Molesworth Fields, here sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice, there acquitted con-
