


First we turn by the vagurin here and then it’s gooder. How glad you’ll be I waked you! My! How well you’ll feel! For ever after. Why I’m all these years within years in soffran, allbeleaved. If I lose my breath for a minute or two don’t speak, remember! Once it happened, so it may again. The Eblanamagna you behazyheld loomening up out of the dumblynass. Pretty mites, my sweetthings, was they poor-loves abandoned by wholawidey world? Neighboulotts for new - town. Steadyon, Cooloosus! Mind your stride or you’ll knock. And a capital part for olympics to ply at. You’ve never forgodden batt on tarf, have you, at broin burroow, what? Mch? Why, them’s the muchrooms, come up during the night. It is all so often and still the same to me. And you’ll sing thumb a bit and then wise your selmon on it. And I can signal you all flint and fern are rasstling as we go by. But it’s by this route he’ll come some morrow. That’ll be some kingly work in pro-gress. But you’ll have to ask that same four that named them is always snugging in your bar-salooner, saying they’re the best relicts of Conal O’Daniel and writing Finglas since the Flood. Change the plates for the next course of murphies! Spendlove’s still there and the canon going strong and so is Claffey’s habits endurtaking and our parish pomp’s a great warrent. Cadmillersfolly, Bellevenue, Wellcrom, Quid Superabit, villities valleties. And show you to every simple storyplace we pass. I will tell you all sorts of makeup things, strangerous. You certainly make the most royal of noises. Pharaops you’ll play you’re the king of Aeships. Our native night when you twicetook me for some Marienne Sherry and then your Jermyn cousin who signs hers with exes and the beard-wig I found in your Clarksome bag. Is that right what your brothermilk in Bray bes telling the district you were bragged up by Brostal because your parents would be always tumbling into his foulplace and losing her pentacosts after drinking their pledges? Howsomendeavour, you done me fine! The only man was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Grand owld marauder! If I knew who you are! When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen makes cum-hulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you there here’s nobody here only me. Sm! It’s Alpine Smile from Yesthers late Yhesters. You will always call me Leafiest, won’t you, dowling? Wordherfhull Ohldhbhoy! And you won’t urbjunk to me parafume, oiled of kolooney, with a spot of mara-shy. I am so exquisitely pleased about the loveleavest dress I have.

And the bailby pleasemarm rincing his eye! One of these fine days, lewdy culler, you must redoform again. For the loves of sinfintins! Before the naked universe. I could guessp to her name who tuckt you that one, tuf-nut! Bold bet backwords. Only don’t start your stunts of Donachie’s yeards agoad again.
