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    Now, there were as many as twentynine hedge daughters out 1
of Benent Saint Berched's national nightschool (for they seemed2
to remember how it was still a once-upon-a-four year) learning3
their antemeridian lesson of life, under its tree, against its warn-4
ing, beseated, as they were, upon the brinkspondy, attracted to5
the rarerust sight of the first human yellowstone landmark (the6
bear, the boer, the king of all boors, sir Humphrey his knave7
we met on the moors!) while they paddled away, keeping time8
magnetically with their eight and fifty pedalettes, playing foolu-9
fool jouay allo misto posto, O so jaonickally, all barely in their10
typtap teens, describing a charming dactylogram of nocturnes11
though repelled by the snores of the log who looked stuck to12
the sod as ever and oft, when liquefied, (vil!) he murmoaned13
abasourdly in his Dutchener's native, visibly unmoved, over his14
treasure trove for the crown: Dotter dead bedstead mean diggy15
smuggy flasky!16
    Jaun (after he had in the first place doffed a hat with a rein- 17
forced crown and bowed to all the others in that chorus of praise18
of goodwill girls on their best beehiviour who all they were girls19
all rushing sowarmly for the post as buzzy as sie could bie to read20
his kisshands, kittering all about, rushing and making a tremen-21
dous girlsfuss over him pellmale, their jeune premier and his rosy-22
posy smile, mussing his frizzy hair and the golliwog curls of him,23
all, but that one; Finfria's fairest, done in loveletters like a trayful24
of cloudberry tartlets (ain't they fine, mighty, mighty fine and25
honoured?) and smilingly smelling, pair and pair about, broad26
by bread and slender to slimmer, the nice perfumios that came27
cunvy peeling off him (nice!) which was angelic simply, savouring28
of wild thyme and parsley jumbled with breadcrumbs (O nice!)29
and feeling his full fat pouch for him so tactily and jingaling30
his jellybags for, though he looked a young chapplie of sixtine,31
they could frole by his manhood that he was just the killingest32
ladykiller all by kindness, now you, Jaun, asking kindlily (hillo,33
missies!) after their howareyous at all with those of their dolly-34
begs (and where's Agatha's lamb? and how are Bernadetta's35
columbillas? and Juliennaw's tubberbunnies? and Eulalina's36