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  swop her eckcot hjem for Howarden's Castle, Englandwales. But
 
  swop her eckcot hjem for Howarden's Castle, Englandwales. But
 
  be the alleance of iern on his flamen vestacoat, the fibule of brooch-
 
  be the alleance of iern on his flamen vestacoat, the fibule of brooch-
  bronze to his wintermantle of pointefox. Who not knows she, the
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  bronze to his wintermantle of [[pointefox]]. Who not knows she, the
 
  Madame Cooley-Couley, spawife to laird of manna, when first
 
  Madame Cooley-Couley, spawife to laird of manna, when first

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Villumses, this Mr Heer Assassor Neelson, of sorestate hearing,
diseased, formarly with Adenoiks, den feed all lighty, laxtleap
great change of retiring family buckler, highly accurect in his
everythinks, from tencents coupoll to bargain basement, live with
howthold of nummer seven, wideawake, woundabout, wokin-
betts, weeklings, in black velvet on geolgian mission senest mangy
years his rear in the lane pictures, blanking same with autonaut
and annexes and got a daarlingt babyboy bucktooth, the thick of
a gobstick, coming on ever so nerses nursely, gracies to goodess,
at 81. That why all parks up excited about his gunnfodder. That
why ecrazyaztecs and the crime ministers preaching him morn-
ings and makes a power of spoon vittles out of his praverbs. That
why he, persona erecta, glycorawman arsenicful femorniser, for
a trial by julias, in celestial sunhat, with two purses agitatating
his theopot with wokklebout shake, rather incoherend, from one
18 to one 18 biss, young shy gay youngs. Sympoly far infusing
up pritty tipidities to lock up their rhainodaisies and be nice
and twainty in the shade. Old grand tuttut toucher up of young
poetographies and he turn aroundabrupth red altfrumpishly like
hear samhar tionnor falls some make one noise. It's his last lap,
Gigantic, fare him weal! Revelation! A fact. True bill. By a jury
of matrons. Hump for humbleness, dump for dirts. And, to make
a long stoney badder and a whorly show a parfect sight, his Thing
went the wholyway retup Suffrogate Strate.
    Helpmeat too, contrasta toga, his fiery goosemother, laotsey 
taotsey, woman who did, he tell princes of the age about. You
sound on me, judges! Suppose we brisken up. Kings! Meet the
Mem, Avenlith, all viviparous out of couple of lizards. She just as
fenny as he is fulgar. How laat soever her latest still her sawlogs
come up all standing. Psing a psalm of psexpeans, apocryphul of
rhyme! His cheekmole of allaph foriverever her allinall and his
Kuran never teachit her the be the owner of thyself. So she not
swop her eckcot hjem for Howarden's Castle, Englandwales. But
be the alleance of iern on his flamen vestacoat, the fibule of brooch-
bronze to his wintermantle of pointefox. Who not knows she, the
Madame Cooley-Couley, spawife to laird of manna, when first