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one day while dodging chores that she stripped teasily for binocu-1
lar man and that her jambs were jimpjoyed to see each other, the2
nautchy girly soon found her fruitful hat too small for her and3
rapidly taking time, look, she rapidly took to necking, partying4
and selling her spare favours in the haymow or in lumber closets5
or in the greenawn ad huck (there are certain intimacies in all6
ladies' lavastories we just lease to imagination) or in the sweet7
churchyard close itself for a bit of soft coal or an array of thin8
trunks, serving whom in fine that same hot coney a la Zingara9
which our own little Graunya of the chilired cheeks dished up10
to the greatsire of Oscar, that son of a Coole. Houri of the coast11
of emerald, arrah of the lacessive poghue, Aslim-all-Muslim, the12
resigned to her surrender, did not she, come leinster's even, true13
dotter of a dearmud, (her pitch was Forty Steps and his perch old14
Cromwell's Quarters) with so valkirry a licence as sent many a15
poor pucker packing to perdition, again and again, ay, and again16
sfidare him, tease fido, eh tease fido, eh eh tease fido, toos top-17
ples topple, stop, dug of a dog of a dgiaour, ye! Angealousmei!18
And did not he, like Arcoforty, farfar off Bissavolo, missbrand19
her behaveyous with iridescent huecry of down right mean false20
sop lap sick dope? Tawfulsdreck! A reine of the shee, a shebeen21
quean, a queen of pranks. A kingly man, of royal mien, regally22
robed, exalted be his glory! So gave so take: Now not, not now!23
He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want.24
Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead era,25
hark! He hea, eyes ravenous on her lippling lills. He hear her voi26
of day gon by. He hears! Zay, zay, zay! But, by the beer of his27
profit, he cannot answer. Upterputty till rise and shine! Nor needs28
none shaft ne stele from Phenicia or Little Asia to obelise on29
the spout, neither pobalclock neither folksstone, nor sunkenness30
in Tomar's Wood to bewray how erpressgangs score off the rued.31
The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue32
and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so long33
till allearth's dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf. Tatcho,34
tawney yeeklings! The column of lumps lends the pattrin of the35
leaves behind us. If violence to life, limb and chattels, often as36

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