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Dichter and Lefanu (Sheridan's) old House by the Coachyard and1
Mill (J.) On Woman with Ditto on the Floss. Ja, a swamp for Alt-2
muehler and a stone for his flossies ! I know how racy they move3
his wheel. My hands are blawcauld between isker and suda like4
that piece of pattern chayney there, lying below. Or where is it?5
Lying beside the sedge I saw it. Hoangho, my sorrow, I've lost6
it! Aimihi! With that turbary water who could see? So near and7
yet so far! But O, gihon! I lovat a gabber. I could listen to maure8
and moravar again. Regn onder river. Flies do your float. Thick9
is the life for mere.10
    Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you 11
every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it. Look,12
look, the dusk is growing! My branches lofty are taking root.13
And my cold cher's gone ashley. Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at?14
It saon is late. 'Tis endless now senne eye or erewone last saw15
Waterhouse's clogh. They took it asunder, I hurd thum sigh.16
When will they reassemble it? O, my back, my back, my bach!17
I'd want to go to Aches-les-Pains. Pingpong! There's the Belle18
for Sexaloitez! And Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out19
the clothes! Wring in the dew! Godavari, vert the showers! And20
grant thaya grace! Aman. Will we spread them here now? Ay,21
we will. Flip ! Spread on your bank and I'll spread mine on mine.22
Flep! It's what I'm doing. Spread ! It's churning chill. Der went is23
rising. I'll lay a few stones on the hostel sheets. A man and his bride24
embraced between them. Else I'd have sprinkled and folded them25
only. And I'll tie my butcher's apron here. It's suety yet. The26
strollers will pass it by. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to27
the fire and this for the code, the convent napkins, twelve, one28
baby's shawl. Good mother Jossiph knows, she said. Whose29
head? Mutter snores? Deataceas! Wharnow are alle her childer,30
say? In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria be to them31
farther? Allalivial, allalluvial! Some here, more no more, more32
again lost alla stranger. I've heard tell that same brooch of the33
Shannons was married into a family in Spain. And all the Dun-34
ders de Dunnes in Markland's Vineland beyond Brendan's herring35
pool takes number nine in yangsee's hats. And one of Biddy's36