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facemen, boomslanging and plugchewing, fruiteyeing and flower-1
feeding, in contemplation of the fluctuation and the undification2
of her filimentation, lolling and leasing on North Lazers' Waal3
all eelfare week by the Jukar Yoick's and as soon as they saw her4
meander by that marritime way in her grasswinter's weeds and5
twigged who was under her archdeaconess bonnet, Avondale's6
fish and Clarence's poison, sedges an to aneber, Wit-upon-7
Crutches to Master Bates: Between our two southsates and the8
granite they're warming, or her face has been lifted or Alp has doped!9
    But what was the game in her mixed baggyrhatty? Just the 10
tembo in her tumbo or pilipili from her pepperpot? Saas and11
taas and specis bizaas. And where in thunder did she plunder?12
Fore the battle or efter the ball? I want to get it frisk from the13
soorce. I aubette my bearb it's worth while poaching on! Shake14
it up, do, do! That's a good old son of a ditch! I promise I'll15
make it worth your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet16
with a goodfor. Spey me pruth and I'll tale you true.17
    Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne aringarouma she pattered 18
and swung and sidled, dribbling her boulder through narrowa19
mosses, the diliskydrear on our drier side and the vilde vetchvine20
agin us, curara here, careero there, not knowing which medway21
or weser to strike it, edereider, making chattahoochee all to her22
ain chichiu, like Santa Claus at the cree of the pale and puny,23
nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her arms encircling Isola-24
bella, then running with reconciled Romas and Reims, on like a25
lech to be off like a dart, then bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with26
spittle, with a Christmas box apiece for aisch and iveryone of her27
childer, the birthday gifts they dreamt they gabe her, the spoiled28
she fleetly laid at our door! On the matt, by the pourch and in-29
under the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, the30
pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre. And they all31
about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime of their32
slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the Smyly33
boys at their vicereine's levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo34
Anna, high life! Sing us a sula, O, susuria! Ausone sidulcis!35
Hasn't she tambre! Chipping her and raising a bit of a chir or a36