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Every evening at lighting up o'clock sharp and until further
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notice in
Feenichts Playhouse. (Bar and conveniences always
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open, Diddlem
Club douncestears.) Entrancings: gads, a scrab;
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the
quality, one large shilling. Newly billed for each wickeday
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perfumance.
Somndoze massinees. By arraignment, childream's
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hours,
expercatered. Jampots, rinsed porters, taken in token. With
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nightly
redistribution of parts and players by the puppetry pro-
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ducer and
daily dubbing of ghosters, with the benediction of the
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Holy
Genesius Archimimus and under the distinguished patron-
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age of
their Elderships the Oldens from the four coroners of
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Findrias, Murias, Gorias and Falias, Messoirs the Coarbs,
Clive
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Sollis, Galorius Kettle, Pobiedo Lancey and Pierre Dusort,
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while the
Caesar-in-Chief looks. On. Sennet. As played to the
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Adelphi
by the Brothers Bratislavoff (Hyrcan and Haristobulus),
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after
humpteen dumpteen revivals. Before all the King's Hoarsers
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with all
the Queen's Mum. And wordloosed over seven seas
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crowdblast
in cellelleneteutoslavzendlatinsoundscript. In four
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tubbloids.
While fern may cald us until firn make cold. The Mime
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of
Mick, Nick and the Maggies, adopted from the Ballymooney
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Bloodriddon
Murther by Bluechin Blackdillain (authorways 'Big
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Storey'), featuring:
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GLUGG (Mr Seumas McQuillad, hear the
riddles between the
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robot in
his dress circular and the gagster in the rogues' gallery),
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the bold
bad bleak boy of the storybooks, who, when the tabs go
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up, as we
discover, because he knew to mutch, has been divorced
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into disgrace court by
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THE FLORAS (Girl Scouts from St. Bride's
Finishing Establish-
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ment,
demand acidulateds), a month's bunch of pretty maidens
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who,
while they pick on her, their pet peeve, form with valkyri-
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enne
licence the guard for
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IZOD (Miss Butys Pott, ask the
attendantess for a leaflet), a be-
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witching
blonde who dimples delightfully and is approached in
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loveliness
only by her grateful sister reflection in a mirror, the cloud
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of the
opal, who, having jilted Glugg, is being fatally fascinated by
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CHUFF (Mr Sean O'Mailey, see the chalk
and sanguine picto-
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graph on
the safety drop), the fine frank fairhaired fellow of the
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fairytales,
who wrestles for tophole with the bold bad bleak boy
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Glugg,
geminally about caps or puds or tog bags or bog gats or
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chuting
rudskin gunerally or something, until they adumbrace a
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pattern
of somebody else or other, after which they are both car-
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ried off
the set and brought home to be well soaped, sponged and
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scrubbed again by
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ANN (Miss Corrie Corriendo, Grischun
scoula, bring the babes,
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Pieder,
Poder and Turtey, she mistributes mandamus monies,
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after
perdunamento, hendrud aloven entrees, pulcinellis must not
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miss our
national rooster's rag), their poor little old mother-in-
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lieu, who
is woman of the house, playing opposite to
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HUMP (Mr Makeall Gone, read the sayings
from Laxdalesaga
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in the
programme about King Ericus of Schweden and the spirit's
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whispers
in his magical helmet), cap-a-pipe with watch and top-
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per,
coat, crest and supporters, the cause of all our grievances,
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the
whirl, the flash and the trouble, who, having partially re-
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covered
from a recent impeachment due to egg everlasting, but
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throughandthoroughly
proconverted, propounded for cyclo-
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logical,
is, studding sail once more, jibsheets and royals, in the
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semblance
of the substance for the membrance of the umbrance
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with the
remnance of the emblence reveiling a quemdam super-
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cargo, of
The Rockery, Poopinheavin, engaged in entertaining
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in his
pilgrimst customhouse at Caherlehome-upon-Eskur those
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statutory persons
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THE CUSTOMERS (Components of the Afterhour
Courses at St.
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Patricius'
Academy for Grownup Gentlemen, consult the annu-
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ary,
coldporters sibsuction), a bundle of a dozen of representa-
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tive
locomotive civics, each inn quest of outings, who are still
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more
sloppily served after every cup final by
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SAUNDERSON (Mr Knut Oelsvinger, Tiffsdays
off, wouldntstop
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in bad,
imitation of flatfish, torchbearing supperaape, dud half-
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sovereign,
no chee daily, rolly pollsies, Glen of the
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Gugnir,
his geyswerks, his earsequack, his lokistroki, o.s.v.), a
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scherinsheiner
and spoilcurate, unconcerned in the mystery but
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under the
inflounce of the milldieuw and butt of
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KATE (Miss Rachel Lea Varian, she tells
forkings for baschfel-
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lors,
under purdah of card palmer teaput tosspot Madam d'Elta,
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during
the pawses), kook-and-dishdrudge, whitch believes wan-
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thingthats,
whouse be the churchyard or whorts up the aasgaars,
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the show
must go on.
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Time: the pressant.
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With futurist onehorse balletbattle pictures and the Pageant
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of Past
History worked up with animal variations amid ever-
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glaning
mangrovemazes and beorbtracktors by Messrs Thud and
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Blunder.
Shadows by the film folk, masses by the good people.
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Promptings
by Elanio Vitale. Longshots, upcloses, outblacks and
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stagetolets
by Hexenschuss, Coachmaher, Incubone and Rock-
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narrag.
Creations tastefully designed by Madame Berthe Dela-
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mode.
Dances arranged by Harley Quinn and Coollimbeina.
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Jests,
jokes, jigs and jorums for the Wake lent from the properties
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of the
late cemented Mr T. M. Finnegan R.I.C. Lipmasks and
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hairwigs
by Ouida Nooikke. Limes and Floods by Crooker and
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Toll.
Kopay pibe by Kappa Pedersen. Hoed Pine hat with
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twentyfour
ventholes by Morgen. Bosse and stringbag from
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Heteroditheroe's
and All Ladies' presents. Tree taken for grafted.
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Rock
rent. Phenecian blends and Sourdanian doofpoosts by
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Shauvesourishe
and Wohntbedarft. The oakmulberryeke with
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silktrick
twomesh from Shop-Sowry, seedsmanchap. Grabstone
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beg from
General Orders Mailed. The crack (that's
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a smoker
from the gods. The interjection (Buckley!) by the fire-
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ment in
the pit. Accidental music providentially arranged by
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L'Archet
and Laccorde. Melodiotiosities in purefusion by the
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score. To
start with in the beginning, we need hirtly bemark,
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a
community prayer, everyone for himself, and to conclude
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with as
an exodus, we think it well to add, a chorale in canon,
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good for
us all for us all us all all. Songs betune the acts by
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the
ambiamphions of
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prano,
and Jean Souslevin, bass noble, respectively: O, Mester
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Sogermon,
ef thes es whot ye deux, then I'm not surpleased ye
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want that
bottle of Sauvequipeu and Oh Off Nunch Der Rasche
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Ver Lasse
Mitsch Nitscht. Till the summit scenes of climbacks
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castastrophear, The Bearded Mountain (Polymop Barethe-
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rootsch),
and The River Romps to
Nursery (Maidykins in Undi-
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form).
The whole thugogmagog, including the portions under-
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stood to
be oddmitted as the results of the respective titulars
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neglecting
to produce themselves, to be wound up for an after-
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enactment
by a Magnificent Transformation Scene showing the
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Radium
Wedding of Neid and Moorning and the Dawn of
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Peace,
Pure, Perfect and Perpetual, Waking the Weary of the
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World.
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An argument follows.
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Chuffy was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like like-
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ning.
Fools top! Singty, sangty, meekly loose, defendy nous from
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prowlabouts.
Make a shine on the curst. Emen.
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But the duvlin sulph was in Glugger, that lost-to-lurning.
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Punct. He
was sbuffing and sputing, tussing like anisine, whip-
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ping his
eyesoult and gnatsching his teats over the brividies from
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existers
and the outher liubbocks of life. He halth kelchy chosen
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a
clayblade and makes prayses to his three of clubs. To part from
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these, my
corsets, is into overlusting fear. Acts of feet, hoof and
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jarrety:
athletes longfoot. Djowl, uphere!
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Aminxt that nombre of evelings, but how pierceful in their so-
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jestiveness
were those first girly stirs, with zitterings of flight re-
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leased
and twinglings of twitchbells in rondel after, with waver-
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ings that
made shimmershake rather naightily all the duskcended
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airs and
shylit beaconings from shehind hims back. Sammy, call
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on.
Mirrylamb, she was shuffering all the diseasinesses of the un-
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herd of.
Mary Louisan Shousapinas! If Arck could no more salve
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his
agnols from the wiles of willy wooly woolf! If all the airish
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signics
of her dipandump helpabit from an Father Hogam till
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the
Mutther Masons could not that Glugg to catch her by the
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calour of
her brideness! Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; not
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Esmeralde,
Pervinca nor Indra; not Viola even nor all of them
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four
themes over. But, the monthage stick in the melmelode jawr,
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I am
(twintomine) all thees thing. Up tighty in the front, down
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again on
the loose, drim and drumming on her back and a pop
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from her
whistle. What is that, O holytroopers? Isot givin yoe?
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Up he stulpled, glee you gees, with search a fling did die near
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sea,
beamy owen and calmy hugh and if you what you my call for
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me I will
wishyoumaycull for you.
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And they are met, face a facing. They are set, force to force.
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And no
such Copenhague-Marengo was less so fated for a fall
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since in
Glenasmole of Smiling Thrushes Patch Whyte passed
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O'Sheen ascowl.
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Arrest thee, scaldbrother! came the evangelion, sabre accu-
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sant,
from all Saint Joan's Wood to kill or maim him, and be
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dumm but
ill s'arrested. Et would proffer to his delected one the
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his
trifle from the grass.
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A space. Who are you? The cat's mother. A time. What do
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you lack?
The look of a queen.
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But what is that which is one going to prehend? Seeks, buzzling
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is brains, the feinder.
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The howtosayto itiswhatis hemustwhomust worden schall.
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A
darktongues, kunning. O theoperil! Ethiaop lore, the poor lie.
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He askit
of the hoothed fireshield but it was untergone into the
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matthued
heaven. He soughed it from the luft but that bore ne
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mark ne
message. He luked upon the bloomingrund where ongly
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his corns
were growning. At last he listed back to beckline how
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she
pranked alone so johntily. The skand for schooling.
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With nought a wired from the wordless either.
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Item. He was hardset then. He wented to go (somewhere) while
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he was
weeting. Utem. He wished to grieve on the good persons, that
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is the
four gentlemen. Otem. And it was not a long time till he was
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feeling
true forim he was goodda purssia and it was short after that
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he was
fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber. Etem.
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He was at
his thinker's aunts to give (the four gentlemen) the presence
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(of a
curpse). And this is what he would be willing. He fould the
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fourd;
they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy
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duck: and
he sod town with the roust of the meast. Atem.
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Towhere byhangs ourtales.
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Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old
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fontmouther.
Truly deplurabel! A dire, O dire! And all the freight-
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fullness
whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Some-
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time
towerable! With that hehry antlets on him and the bauble-
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light
bulching out of his sockets whiling away she sprankled his
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allover
with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack
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a lock
and pass the poker, please? And bids him tend her, lute
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and
airly. Sing, sweetharp, thing to me anone! So that Glugg,
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the poor
one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness
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he could
scares of all knotknow whither his morrder had bourst
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a blabber
or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly
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his skoll
missed her. Misty's trompe or midst his flooting? Ah,
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ho! Cicely, awe!
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The youngly delightsome frilles-in-pleyurs are now showen
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drawen,
if bud one, or, if in florileague, drawens up consociately
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at the
hinder sight of their commoner guardian. Her boy fiend or
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theirs,
if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour, sinking
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how he
must fand for himself by gazework what their colours
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wear as
they are all showen drawens up. Tireton, cacheton, tire-
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ton, ba!
Doth that not satisfy youth, sir? Quanty purty bellas,
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here,
Madama Lifay! And what are you going to charm them to,
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Madama,
do say? Cinderynelly angled her slipper; it was cho
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chiny yet
braught her a groom. He will angskt of them from their
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commoner
guardian at next lineup (who is really the rapier of the
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two
though thother brother can hold his own, especially for he
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bandished
it with his hand the hold time, mamain, a simply gra-
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cious:
Mi, O la!), and reloose that thong off his art: Hast thou feel
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liked
carbunckley ones? Apun which his poohoor pricoxity theirs
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is a
little tittertit of hilarity (Lad-o'-me-soul! Lad-o'-me-soul,
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see!) and
the wordchary is atvoiced ringsoundinly by their toots
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ensembled,
though not meaning to be clever, but just with a shrug
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of their
hips to go to troy and harff a freak at himself by all that
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story to
the ulstramarines. Otherwised, holding their noises,
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they
insinuate quiet private, Ni, he make peace in his preaches
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and play with esteem.
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Warewolff! Olff! Toboo!
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So olff for his topheetuck the ruck made raid, aslick aslegs
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would
run; and he ankered on his hunkers with the belly belly
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prest.
Asking: What's my muffinstuffinaches for these times? To
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weat:
Breath and bother and whatarcurss. Then breath more
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bother
and more whatarcurss. Then no breath no bother but wor-
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rawarrawurms.
And Shim shallave shome.
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As Rigagnolina to Mountagnone, what she meaned he could
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not can.
All she meaned was golten sylvup, all she meaned was
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some
Knight's ploung jamn. It's driving her dafft like he's so
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dumnb. If
he'd lonely talk instead of only gawk as thought yate-
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man hat
stuck hits stick althrough his spokes and if he woold nut
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wolly so!
Hee. Speak, sweety bird! Mitzymitzy! Though I did
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ate tough
turf I'm not the bogdoxy.
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He has lost.
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Off to clutch, Glugg! Forwhat! Shape your reres, Glugg!
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Foreweal!
Ring we round, Chuff! Fairwell! Chuffchuff's inners
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even. All's
rice with their whorl!
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Yet, ah tears, who can her mater be? She's promised he'd eye
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her. To
try up her pretti. But now it's so longed and so fared and
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so forth.
Jerry for jauntings. Alabye! Fled.
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The flossies all and mossies all they drooped upon her draped
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brimfall.
The bowknots, the showlots, they wilted into woeblots.
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The
pearlagraph, the pearlagraph, knew whitchly whether to weep
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or laugh.
For always down in
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view.
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Poor Isa sits a glooming so gleaming in the gloaming; the tin-
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celles a
touch tarnished wind no lovelinoise awound her swan's.
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Hey,
lass! Woefear gleam she so glooming, this pooripathete I
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solde?
Her beauman's gone of a cool. Be good enough to symper-
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ise. If
he's at anywhere she's therefor to join him. If it's to no-
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where
she's going to too. Buf if he'll go to be a son to
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she'll
stay daughter of Clare. Bring tansy, throw myrtle, strew
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rue, rue,
rue. She is fading out like Journee's clothes so you can't
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see her
now. Still we know how Day the Dyer works, in dims
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and deeps
and dusks and darks. And among the shades that Eve's
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now
wearing she'll meet anew fiancy, tryst and trow. Mammy
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was,
Mimmy is, Minuscoline's to be. In the
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the dame
desires a demselle but the demselle dresses dolly and
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the dolly
does a dulcydamble. The same renew. For though
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she's
unmerried she'll after truss up and help that hussyband how
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to hop.
Hip it and trip it and chirrub and sing. Lord Chuffy's sky
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sheraph
and Glugg's got to swing.
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It darkles, (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. Yon
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marshpond
by ruodmark verge is visited by the tide. Alvem-
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marea! We
are circumveiloped by obscuritads. Man and belves
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frieren.
There is a wish on them to be not doing or anything. Or
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just for
rugs. Zoo koud! Drr, deff, coal lay on and, pzz, call us
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pyrress!
Ha. Where is our highly honourworthy salutable spouse-
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founderess?
The foolish one of the family is within. Haha! Huzoor,
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where's
he? At house, to's pitty. With Nancy Hands.Tcheetchee!
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Hound
through the maize has fled. What hou! Isegrim under
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lolling
ears. Far wol! And wheaten bells bide breathless. All. The
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trail of
Gill not yet is to be seen, rocksdrops, up benn, down
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dell, a
craggy road for rambling. Nor yet through starland that
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silver
sash. What era's o'ering? Lang gong late. Say long, scielo!
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Sillume, see lo! Selene, sail O! Amune! Ark!? Noh?! Nought
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stirs in
spinney. The swayful pathways of the dragonfly spider
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stay
still in reedery. Quiet takes back her folded fields. Tranquille
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thanks.
Adew. In deerhaven, imbraced, alleged, injoynted and
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P. 259
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Till tree from tree, tree among trees, tree over tree become
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stone to
stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever.
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O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy un-
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litten
ones! Grant sleep in hour's time, O Loud!
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That they take no chill. That they do ming no merder. That
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they
shall not gomeet madhowiatrees.
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Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laugh-
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ters low!
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Ha he hi ho hu.
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Mummum.
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