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hose hol'd home, yeth cometh elope year, coach and four, Sweet1
Peck-at-my-Heart picks one man more.2
    9. Now, to be on anew and basking again in the panaroma of 3
all flores of speech, if a human being duly fatigued by his dayety4
in the sooty, having plenxty off time on his gouty hands and va-5
cants of space at his sleepish feet and as hapless behind the dreams6
of accuracy as any camelot prince of dinmurk, were at this auc-7
tual futule preteriting unstant, in the states of suspensive exani-8
mation, accorded, throughout the eye of a noodle, with an ear-9
sighted view of old hopeinhaven with all the ingredient and10
egregiunt whights and ways to which in the curse of his persis-11
tence the course of his tory will had been having recourses, the12
reverberration of knotcracking awes, the reconjungation of13
nodebinding ayes, the redissolusingness of.mindmouldered ease14
and the thereby hang of the Hoel of it, could such a none, whiles15
even led comesilencers to comeliewithhers and till intempes-16
tuous Nox should catch the gallicry and spot lucan's dawn, by-17
hold at ones what is main and why tis twain, how one once18
meet melts in tother wants poignings, the sap rising, the foles19
falling, the nimb now nihilant round the girlyhead so becoming,20
the wrestless in the womb, all the rivals to allsea, shakeagain, O21
disaster! shakealose, Ah how starring! but Heng's got a bit22
of Horsa's nose and Jeff's got the signs of Ham round his23
mouth and the beau that spun beautiful pales as it palls, what24
roserude and oragious grows gelb and greem, blue out the ind of25
it! Violet's dyed! then what would that fargazer seem to seemself26
to seem seeming of, dimm it all?27
    Answer: A collideorscape! 28
    10. What bitter's love but yurning, what' sour lovemutch but 29
a bref burning till shee that drawes dothe smoake retourne?30
    Answer: I know, pepette, of course, dear, but listen, precious! 31
Thanks, pette, those are lovely, pitounette, delicious! But mind32
the wind, sweet! What exquisite hands you have, you angiol, if33
you didn't gnaw your nails, isn't it a wonder you're not achamed34
of me, you pig, you perfect little pigaleen! I'll nudge you in a35
minute! I bet you use her best Perisian smear off her vanity table36