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    catz come buck beques he caudant stail awake) he touched upon 1
    this tree of livings in the middenst of the garerden for inasmuch 2
    as because that he confessed to it on Hillel and down Dalem and 3
    in the places which the lepers inhabit in the place of the stones 4
    and in pontofert jusfuggading amoret now he come to think of it 5
    jolly well ruttengenerously olyovyover the ole blucky shop. Pugger 6
    old Pumpey O'Dungaschiff! There will be a hen collection of him 7
    after avensung on the feld of Hanar. Dumble down, looties and 8
    gengstermen! Dtin, dtin, dtin, dtin!] 9
    BUTT (with a gisture expansive of Mr Lhugewhite Cadderpollard 11
with sunflawered beautonhole pulled up point blanck by mailbag12
mundaynism at Oldbally Court though the hissindensity buck far13
of his melovelance tells how when he was fast marking his first14
lord for cremation the whyfe of his bothem was the very lad's thing15
to elter his mehind). Prostatates, pujealousties! Dovolnoisers,16
prayshyous! Defense in every circumstancias of deboutcheries17
no the chaste daffs! I Pack pickets, pioghs and kughs to be palsey-18
putred! Be at the peme, prease, of not forgetting or mere betoken19
yourself to hother prace! Correct me, pleatze commando, for20
cossakes but I abjure of it. No more basquibezigues for this pole21
aprican! With askormiles' eskermillas. I had my billyfell of22
duckish delights the whole pukny time on rawmeots and juliannes 23
with their lambstoels in my kiddeneys and my ramsbutter in24
their sassenacher ribs, knee her, do her and trey her, when25
th'osirian cumb dumb like the whalf on the fiord and we prey-26
ing players and pinching peacesmokes, troupkers tomiatskyns27
all, for Father Petrie Spence of Parishmoslattary to go and leave28
us and the crimsend daun to shellalite on the darkumen (scene29
as signed, Slobabogue), feeding and sleeping on the huguenottes30
(the snuggest spalniel's where the lieon's tame!) and raiding31
revolations over the allbegeneses (sand us and saint us and32
sound as agun!). Yet still in all, spit for spat, like we chantied on33
Sunda schoon, every warson wearrier kaddies a komnate in34
his schnapsack and unlist I am getting foegutfulls of the rugi-35
ments of savaliged wildfire I was gamefellow willmate and send36