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Illustration. quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood  1
lekar! Where's Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war itwas  2
in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer! From this  3
misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible  4
fancyflame. 1 Ask for bosthoon, late for Mass,  5
pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could  6
wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne  7
as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick!  8
Nock the muddy nickers! 2 Christ's Church  9
varses Bellial!) Dear and he went on to scripple 10
Ascription of the gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen 11
Active. for her, he would pine for her, 3 how he would 12
patpun fun for all 4 with his frolicky frowner 13
so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how 14
are you, waggy? 5 My animal his sorrafool! 15
And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non é 16
vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot 17
all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister- 18
mysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with 19
a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, 20
wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till 21
the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! 22
He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of 23
shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or 24
Proscription of touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more 25
the Passive. ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low 26
on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle. 27
And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was 28
laying him long on his laughside lying sack 29
to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf's intes- 30
            1 And she had to seek a pond's apeace to salve her suiterkins. Sued!
            2 Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish?
            3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with
    curtsey flowers.
            4 A nastilow disigraible game.
            5 Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the
    corner. Grunny Grant.