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of Eirae doeslike. So. And then again doeslike. So. The many1
wiles of Winsure.2
    The grocer's bawd she slips her hand in the haricot bag, the 3
lady in waiting sips her sup from the paraffin can, Mrs Wildhare4
Quickdoctor helts her skelts up the casuaway the flasht instinct5
she herds if a tinkle of tunder, the widow Megrievy she knits cats'6
cradles, this bountiful actress leashes a harrier under her tongue,7
and here's the girl who she's kneeled in coldfashion and she's told8
her priest (spt!) she's pot on a chap (chp!) and this lass not least,9
this rickissime woman, who she writes foot fortunes money times10
over in the nursery dust with her capital thumb. Buzz. All run-11
away sheep bound back bopeep, trailing their teenes behind12
them. And these ways wend they. And those ways went they.13
Winnie, Olive and Beatrice, Nelly and Ida, Amy and Rue. Here14
they come back, all the gay pack, for they are the florals, from15
foncey and pansey to papavere's blush, foresake-me-nought,16
while there's leaf there's hope, with primtim's ruse and marry-17
may's blossom, all the flowers of the ancelles' garden.18
    But vicereversing thereout from those palms of perfection to 19
anger arbour, treerack monatan, scroucely out of scout of ocean,20
virid with woad, what tornaments of complementary rages rocked21
the divlun from his punchpoll to his tummy's shentre as he dis-22
plaid all the oathword science of his visible disgrace. He was23
feeling so funny and floored for the cue, all over which girls as24
he don't know whose hue. If goosseys gazious would but fain25
smile him a smile he would be fondling a praise he ate some nice26
bit of fluff. But no geste reveals the unconnouth. They're all27
odds against him, the beasties. Scratch. Start.28
    He dove his head into Wat Murrey, gave Stewart Ryall a puck 29
on the plexus, wrestled a hurry-come-union with the Gillie Beg,30
wiped all his sinses, martial and menial, out of Shrove Sundy31
MacFearsome, excremuncted as freely as any frothblower into32
MacIsaac, had a belting bout, chaste to chaste, with McAdoo33
about nothing and, childhood's age being aye the shameleast, tel34
a Tartaran tastarin toothsome tarrascone tourtoun, vestimentiv-35
orous chlamydophagian, imbretellated himself for any time un-36