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one oneth of the propecies, Amnis Limina Permanent) upon the
most unconsciously boggylooking stream he ever locked his
eyes with. Out of the colliens it took a rise by daubing itself Ni-
non. It looked little and it smelt of brown and it thought in nar-
rows and it talked showshallow. And as it rinn it dribbled like any
lively purliteasy: My, my, my! Me and me! Little down dream
don't I love thee!
And, I declare, what was there on the yonder bank of the
stream that would be a river, parched on a limb of the olum, bolt
downright, but the Gripes? And no doubt he was fit to be dried
for why had he not been having the juice of his times?
His pips had been neatly all drowned on him; his polps were
charging odours every older minute; he was quickly for getting
the dresser's desdaign on the flyleaf of his frons; and he was
quietly for giving the bailiff's distrain on to the bulkside of his
cul de Pompe. In all his specious heavings, as be lived by Opti-
mus Maximus, the Mookse had never seen his Dubville brooder-
on-low so nigh to a pickle.
Adrian (that was the Mookse now's assumptinome) stuccstill
phiz-à-phiz to the Gripes in an accessit of aurignacian. But All-
mookse must to Moodend much as Allrouts, austereways or
wastersways, in roaming run through Room. Hic sor a stone,
singularly illud, and on hoc stone Seter satt huc sate which it
filled quite poposterously and by acclammitation to its fullest
justotoryum and whereopum with his unfallable encyclicling
upom his alloilable, diupetriark of the wouest, and the athemyst-
sprinkled pederect he always walked with, Deusdedit, cheek by
jowel with his frisherman's blague? Bellua Triumphanes, his
everyway addedto wallat's collectium, for yea longer he lieved
yea broader he betaught of it, the fetter, the summe and the haul
it cost, he looked the first and last micahlike laicness of Quartus
the Fifth and Quintus the Sixth and Sixtus the Seventh giving
allnight sitting to Lio the Faultyfindth.
— Good appetite us, sir Mookse! How do you do it? cheeped
the Gripes in a wherry whiggy maudelenian woice and the jack-
