derry padouasoys, girdle and braces by the halfmoon and Seven | | 1 |
Stars, russets from the Blackamoor's Head, amongst the climbing | | 2 |
boys at his Eagle and Child and over the corn and hay emptors | | 3 |
at their Black and All Black, Mrs F . . . A . . . saidaside, half in | | 4 |
stage of whisper to her confidante glass, while recoopering her | | 5 |
cartwheel chapot (ahat! --- and we now know what thimbles a | | 6 |
baquets on lallance a talls mean), she hoped Sid Arthar would | | 7 |
git a Chrissman's portrout of orange and lemonsized orchids with | | 8 |
hollegs and ether, from the feeatre of the Innocident, as the | | 9 |
worryld had been uncained. Then, while it is odrous comparison- | | 10 |
ing to the sprangflowers of his burstday which was a virid- | | 11 |
able goddinpotty for the reinworms and the charlattinas and all | | 12 |
branches of climatitis, it has been such a wanderful noyth untirely, | | 13 |
added she, with many regards to Maha's pranjapansies. (Tart!) | | 14 |
Prehistoric, obitered to his dictaphone an entychologist: his pro- | | 15 |
penomen is a properismenon. A dustman nocknamed Seven- | | 16 |
churches in the employ of Messrs Achburn, Soulpetre and | | 17 |
Ashreborn, prairmakers, Glintalook, was asked by the sisterhood | | 18 |
the vexed question during his midday collation of leaver and | | 19 |
buckrom alternatively with stenk and kitteney phie in a hash- | | 20 |
housh and, thankeaven, responsed impulsively: We have just been | | 21 |
propogandering his nullity suit and what they took out of his ear | | 22 |
among my own crush. All our fellows at O'Dea's sages with | | 23 |
Aratar Calaman he is a cemented brick, buck it all! A more nor | | 24 |
usually sober cardriver, who was jauntingly hosing his runabout, | | 25 |
Ginger Jane, took a strong view. Lorry hosed her as he talked | | 26 |
and this is what he told rewritemen: Irewaker is just a plain pink | | 27 |
joint reformee in private life but folks all have it by brehemons | | 28 |
laws he has parliamentary honours. Eiskaffier said (Louigi's, you | | 29 |
know that man's, brillant Savourain): Mon foie, you wish to ave | | 30 |
some homelette, yes, lady! Good, mein leber! Your hegg he must | | 31 |
break himself See, I crack, so, he sit in the poele, umbedimbt! | | 32 |
A perspirer (over sixty) who was keeping up his tennises panted | | 33 |
he kne ho har twa to clect infamatios but a diffpair flannels climb | | 34 |
wall and trespassing on doorbell. After fullblown Braddon hear | | 35 |
this fresky troterella! A railways barmaid's view (they call her | | 36 |