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sole and myopper must hereupon part company. So for e'er fare1
thee welt! Parting's fun. Take thou, the wringle's thine, love.2
This dime doth trost thee from mine alms. Goodbye, swisstart,3
goodbye! Haugh! Haugh! Sure, treasures, a letterman does be4
often thought reading ye between lines that do have no sense at5
all. I sign myself. With much leg. Inflexibly yours. Ann Posht6
the Shorn. To be continued. Huck!7
    Something of a sidesplitting nature must have occurred to 8
westminstrel Jaunathaun for a grand big blossy hearty stenor-9
ious laugh (even Drudge that lay doggo thought feathers fell)10
hopped out of his wooly's throat like a ball lifted over the11
head of a deep field, at the bare thought of how jolly they'd like12
to be trolling his whoop and all of them truetotypes in missam-13
men massness were just starting to spladher splodher with the14
jolly magorios, hicky hecky hock, huges huges huges, hughy15
hughy hughy, O Jaun, so jokable and so geepy, O, (Thou pure!16
Our virgin! Thou holy! Our health! Thou strong! Our victory!17
O salutary! Sustain our firm solitude, thou who thou well18
strokest! Hear, Hairy ones! We have sued thee but late. Beauty19
parlous!) when suddenly (how like a woman!), swifter as mer-20
cury he wheels right round starnly on the Rizzies suddenly, with21
his gimlets blazing rather sternish (how black like thunder!), to22
see what's loose. So they stood still and wondered. Till first he23
sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of24
the earth!) after which he pondered and finally he replied:25
          There is some thing more. A word apparting and shall the 26
heart's tone be silent. Engagements, I'll beseal you! Fare thee27
well, fairy well! All I can tell you is this, my sorellies. It's prayers28
in layers all the thumping time, begor, the young gloria's gang29
voices the old doxologers, in the suburrs of the heavenly gardens,30
once we shall have passed, after surceases, all serene through31
neck and necklike Derby and June to our snug eternal retribu-32
tion's reward (the scorchhouse). Shunt us! shunt us! shunt us!33
If you want to be felixed come and be parked. Sacred ease there!34
The seanad and pobbel queue's remainder. To it, to it! Seekit35
headup! No petty family squabbles Up There nor homemade36