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    Jaunty Jaun, as I was shortly before that made aware, next 1
halted to fetch a breath, the first cothurminous leg of his night-2
stride being pulled through, and to loosen (let God's son now be3
looking down on the poor preambler!) both of his bruised4
brogues that were plainly made a good bit before his hosen were,5
at the weir by Lazar's Walk (for far and wide, as large as he was6
lively, was he noted for his humane treatment of any kind of7
abused footgear), a matter of maybe nine score or so barrelhours8
distance off as truly he merited to do. He was there, you could9
planemetrically see, when I took a closer look at him, that was to10
say, (gracious helpings, at this rate of growing our cotted child of11
yestereve will soon fill space and burst in systems, so speeds the12
instant!) amply altered for the brighter, though still the graven13
image of his squarer self as he was used to be, perspiring but14
happy notwithstanding his foot was still asleep on him, the way15
he thought, by the holy januarious, he had a bullock's hoof in his16
buskin, with his halluxes so splendid, through Ireland untran-17
scended, bigmouthed poesther, propped up, restant, against a18
butterblond warden of the peace, one comestabulish Sigurdsen,19
(and where a better than such exsearfaceman to rest from roving20
the laddyown he bootblacked?) who, buried upright like the21
Osbornes, kozydozy, had tumbled slumbersomely on sleep at22
night duty behind the curing station, equilebriated amid the23
embracings of a monopolized bottle.24