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son of all of her of yourn, by Juno Moneta! If she, irished Marry-
onn Teheresiann, has been disposed of for her consideration, I,
Ledwidge Salvatorious, am tradefully unintiristid. And if she is
still further talc slopping over her cocoa contours, I hwat mick
angars, am strongly of opinion why I should not be. Inprobable!
I do not credit one word of it from such and suchess mistra-
versers. Just feathers! Nanenities! Or to have ochtroyed to
resolde or borrough by exchange same super melkkaart, means
help; best Brixton high yellow, no outings: cent for cent on
Auction's Bridge. 'Twere a honnibel crudelty wert so tente-
ment to their naktlives and scatab orgias we devour about in
the mightyevil roohms of encient cartage. Utterly improperable!
Not for old Crusos or white soul of gold! A pipple on the
panis, two claps on the cansill, or three pock pocks cassey
knocked on the postern! Not for one testey tickey culprik's
coynds ore for all ecus in cunziehowffse! So hemp me Cash!
I meanit.
     My herrings! The surdity of it! Amean to say. Her bare 
idears, it is choochoo chucklesome. Absurd bargain, mum, will
call. One line with! One line, with with! Will ate everadayde sau-
mone like a boyne alive O. The tew cherripickers, with their
Catheringnettes, Lizzy and Lissy Mycock,from Street Flesh-
shambles, were they moon at aube with hespermun and I their
covin guardient, I would not know to contact such gretched
youngsteys in my ways from Haddem or any suistersees or
heiresses of theirn, claiming by, through, or under them. Ous of
their freiung pfann into myne foyer. Her is one which rassembled
to mein enormally. The man what shocked his shanks at contey
Carlow's. He is Deucollion. Each habe goheerd, uptaking you
are innersence, but we sen you meet sose infance. Deucollion!
Odor. Evilling chimbes is smutsick rivulverblott but thee hard
casted thereass pigstenes upann Congan's shootsmen in Schot-
tenhof, ekeascent? Igen Deucollion! I liked his Gothamm chic!
Stuttertub! What a shrubbery trick to play! I will put my oath-
head unner my whitepot for ransom of beeves and will stand
me where I stood mine in all free heat between Pelagios and little