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what hoa, they buck! And here is her nubilee letters too. Ellis | what hoa, they buck! And here is her nubilee letters too. Ellis | ||
on quay in scarlet thread. Linked for the world on a flush- | on quay in scarlet thread. Linked for the world on a flush- | ||
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own's. O, may the diabolo twisk your seifety pin! You child of | own's. O, may the diabolo twisk your seifety pin! You child of | ||
Mammon, Kinsella's Lilith! Now who has been tearing the leg | Mammon, Kinsella's Lilith! Now who has been tearing the leg | ||
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is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that | is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that | ||
never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg. And | never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg. And | ||
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Through her catchment ring she freed them easy, with her hips'
hurrahs for her knees'dontelleries. The only parr with frills in
old the plain. So they are, I declare! Welland well! If tomorrow
keeps fine who'll come tripping to sightsee? How'll? Ask me
next what I haven't got! The Belvedarean exhibitioners. In their
cruisery caps and oarsclub colours. What hoo, they band! And
what hoa, they buck! And here is her nubilee letters too. Ellis
on quay in scarlet thread. Linked for the world on a flush-
caloured field. Annan exe after to show they're not Laura Ke-
own's. O, may the diabolo twisk your seifety pin! You child of
Mammon, Kinsella's Lilith! Now who has been tearing the leg
of her drawars on her? Which leg is it? The one with the bells
on it. Rinse them out and aston along with you! Where did I
stop? Never stop! Continuarration! You're not there yet. I
amstel waiting. Garonne, garonne!
Well, after it was put in the Mericy Cordial Mendicants' Sitter-
dag-Zindeh-Munaday Wakeschrift (for once they sullied their
white kidloves, chewing cuds after their dinners of cheeckin and
beggin, with their show us it here and their mind out of that and
their when you're quite finished with the reading matarial), even
the snee that snowdon his hoaring hair had a skunner against
him. Thaw, thaw, sava, savuto! Score Her Chuff Exsquire!
Everywhere erriff you went and every bung you arver dropped
into, in cit or suburb or in addled areas, the Rose and Bottle or
Phoenix Tavern or Power's Inn or Jude's Hotel or wherever you
scoured the countryside from Nannywater to Vartryville or from
Porta Lateen to the lootin quarter you found his ikom etsched
tipside down or the cornerboys cammocking his guy and Morris
the Man, with the role of a royss in his turgos the turrible, (Evro-
peahahn cheic house, unskimmed sooit and yahoort, hamman
now cheekmee, Ahdahm this way make, Fatima, half turn!)
reeling and railing round the local as the peihos piped und uban-
jees twanged, with oddfellow's triple tiara busby rotundarinking
round his scalp. Like Pate-by-the-Neva or Pete-over-Meer. This
is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that
never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg. And
