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     catz come buck beques he caudant stail awake) he touched upon 
     this tree of livings in the middenst of the garerden for inasmuch 
     as because that he confessed to it on Hillel and down Dalem and 
     in the places which the lepers inhabit in the place of the stones 
     and in pontofert jusfuggading amoret now he come to think of it 
     jolly well ruttengenerously olyovyover the ole blucky shop. Pugger 
     old Pumpey O'Dungaschiff! There will be a hen collection of him 
     after avensung on the feld of Hanar. Dumble down, looties and 
     gengstermen! Dtin, dtin, dtin, dtin!] 
      
     BUTT (with a gisture expansive of Mr Lhugewhite Cadderpollard 
with sunflawered beautonhole pulled up point blanck by mailbag
mundaynism at Oldbally Court though the hissindensity buck far
of his melovelance tells how when he was fast marking his first
lord for cremation the whyfe of his bothem was the very lad's thing
to elter his mehind). Prostatates, pujealousties! Dovolnoisers,
prayshyous! Defense in every circumstancias of deboutcheries
no the chaste daffs!  I Pack pickets, pioghs and kughs to be palsey-
putred! Be at the peme, prease, of not forgetting or mere betoken
yourself to hother prace! Correct me, pleatze commando, for
cossakes but I abjure of it. No more basquibezigues for this pole
aprican! With askormiles' eskermillas. I had my billyfell of
duckish delights the whole pukny time on rawmeots and juliannes 
with their lambstoels in my kiddeneys and my ramsbutter in
their sassenacher ribs, knee her, do her and trey her, when
th'osirian cumb dumb like the whalf on the fiord and we prey-
ing players and pinching peacesmokes, troupkers tomiatskyns
all, for Father Petrie Spence of Parishmoslattary to go and leave
us and the crimsend daun to shellalite on the darkumen (scene
as signed, Slobabogue), feeding and sleeping on the huguenottes
(the snuggest spalniel's where the lieon's tame!) and raiding
revolations over the allbegeneses (sand us and saint us and
sound as agun!). Yet still in all, spit for spat, like we chantied on
Sunda schoon, every warson wearrier kaddies a komnate in
his schnapsack and unlist I am getting foegutfulls of the rugi-
ments of savaliged wildfire I was gamefellow willmate and send