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    As the lion in our teargarten remembers the nenuphars of his 1
Nile (shall Ariuz forget Arioun or Boghas the baregams of the2
Marmarazalles from Marmeniere?) it may be, tots wearsense full3
a naggin in twentyg have sigilposted what in our brievingbust,4
the besieged bedreamt him stil and solely of those lililiths un-5
deveiled which had undone him, gone for age, and knew not6
the watchful treachers at his wake, and theirs to stay. Fooi, fooi,7
chamermissies! Zeepyzoepy, larcenlads! Zijnzijn Zijnzijn! It may8
be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed?9
presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold10
Ysit? shamed and shone. It may be, we habben to upseek a bitty11
door our good township's courants want we knew't, that with12
his deepseeing insight (had not wishing oftebeen but good time13
wasted), within his patriarchal shamanah, broadsteyne 'bove citie14
(Twillby! Twillby!) he conscious of enemies, a kingbilly white-15
horsed in a Finglas mill, prayed, as he sat on anxious seat, (kunt16
ye neat gift mey toe bout a peer saft eyballds!) during that three17
and a hellof hours' agony of silence, ex profundis malorum, and18
bred with unfeigned charity that his wordwounder (an engles to19
the teeth who, nomened Nash of Girahash, would go anyold where20
in the weeping world on his mottled belly (the rab, the kreepons-21
kneed!) for milk, music or married missusses) might, mercy to22
providential benevolence's who hates prudencies' astuteness, un-23
fold into the first of a distinguished dynasty of his posteriors,24