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wind on the road outside for to wake all shivering shanks from
snorring.
    But. Oom Godd his villen, who will he be, this mitryman, some 
king of the yeast, in his chrismy greyed brunzewig, with the snow
in his mouth and the caspian asthma, so bulk of build? Relics of
pharrer and livite! Dik Gill, Tum Lung or Macfinnan's cool
Harryng? He has only his hedcosycasket on and his wollsey
shirtplisse with peascod doublet, also his feet wear doubled width
socks for he always must to insure warm sleep between a pair of
fullyfleeced bankers like a finnoc in a cauwl. Can thus be Misthra
Norkmann that keeps our hotel? Begor, Mr O'Sorgmann, you're
looking right well ! Hecklar's champion ethnicist. How deft as a
fuchser schouws daft as a fish! He's the dibble's own doges for
doublin existents! But a jolly fine daysent form of one word.
He's rounding up on his family.
    And who is the bodikin by him, sir? So voulzievalsshie? With 
ybbs and zabs? Her trixiestrail is tripping her, vop! Luck at the
way for the lucre of smoke she's looping the lamp! Why, that's
old missness wipethemdry! Well, well, wellsowells! Donau-
watter! Ardechious me! With her halfbend as proud as a peahen,
allabalmy, and her troutbeck quiverlipe, ninyananya. And her
steptojazyma's culunder buzztle. Happy tea area, naughtygay
frew! Selling sunlit sopes to washtout winches and rhaincold
draughts to the props of his pubs. She tired lipping the swells at
Pont Delisle till she jumped the boom at Brounemouth. Now
she's borrid his head under Hatesbury's Hatch and loamed his
fate to old Love Lane. And she's just the same old haporth of
dripping. She's even brennt her hair.
    Which route are they going? Why? Angell sitter or Amen 
Corner, Norwood's Southwalk or Euston Waste? The solvent
man in his upper gambeson withnot a breth against him and the
wee wiping womanahoussy. They're coming terug their dia-
mond wedding tour, giant's inchly elfkin's ell, vesting their char-
acters vixendevolment, andens aller, athors err, our first day man
and your dresser and mine, that Luxuumburgher evec cettehis
Alzette, konyglik shire with his queensh countess, Stepney's