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Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas!		1
Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-		2
tion! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O		3
rally! Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can		4
be. Seek you somany matters. Haze sea east to Osseania. Here!		5
Here! Tass, Patt, Staff, Woff, Havv, Bluvv and Rutter. The smog		6
is lofting. And already the olduman's olduman has godden up on		7
othertimes to litanate the bonnamours. Sonne feine, somme		8
feehn avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube?		9
Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have		10
fused now orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to dawn.		11
The old breeding bradsted culminwillth of natures to Foyn Mac-		12
Hooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Te-		13
moram. Clogan slogan. Quake up, dim dusky, wook doom for		14
husky! And let Billey Feghin be baallad out of his humuluation.		15
Confindention to churchen. We have highest gratifications in		16
announcing to pewtewr publikumst of pratician pratyusers, gen-		17
ghis is ghoon for you.		18
A hand from the cloud emerges, holding a chart expanded.		19
The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls		20
that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carry-		21
ing of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle		22
up in a coddlepot, Pu Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld		23
of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh.		24

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haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me. Shop Illicit,		1
flourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop		2
a deadlop (aloose!) to lee but lifting a bennbranch a yardalong		3
(Ivoeh!) the breezy side (for showm!), the height of Brew-		4
ster's chimpney and as broad below as Phineas Barnum; humph-		5
ing his share of the showthers is senken on him he's such a		6
grandfallar, with a pocked wife in pickle that's a flyfire and three		7
lice nittle clinkers, two twilling bugs and one midgit pucelle.		8
And aither he cursed and recursed and was everseen doing what		9
your fourfootlers saw or he was never done seeing what you cool-		10
pigeons know, weep the clouds aboon for smiledown witnesses,		11
and that'll do now about the fairyhees and the frailyshees.		12
Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round		13
her heavens for ever. Creator he has created for his creatured		14
ones a creation. White monothoid? Red theatrocrat? And all the		15
pinkprophets cohalething? Very much so! But however 'twas		16
tis sure for one thing, what sherif Toragh voucherfors and		17
Mapqiq makes put out, that the man, Humme the Cheapner,		18
Esc, overseen as we thought him, yet a worthy of the naym,		19
came at this timecoloured place where we live in our paroqial		20
fermament one tide on another, with a bumrush in a hull of a		21
wherry, the twin turbane dhow, The Bey for Dybbling, this		22
archipelago's first visiting schooner, with a wicklowpattern		23
waxenwench at her prow for a figurehead, the deadsea dugong		24
updipdripping from his depths, and has been repreaching him-		25
self like a fishmummer these siktyten years ever since, his shebi		26
by his shide, adi and aid, growing hoarish under his turban and		27
changing cane sugar into sethulose starch (Tuttut's cess to him!)		28
as also that, batin the bulkihood he bloats about when innebbi-		29
ated, our old offender was humile, commune and ensectuous		30
from his nature, which you may gauge after the bynames was		31
put under him, in lashons of languages, (honnein suit and		32
praisers be!) and, totalisating him, even hamissim of himashim		33
that he, sober serious, he is ee and no counter he who will be		34
ultimendly respunchable for the hubbub caused in Eden-		35
borough.		36

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seen your missus in the hall. Like the queenoveire. Arrah, it's		1
herself that's fine, too, don't be talking! Shirksends? You storyan		2
Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy		3
good trout. Shakeshands. Dibble a hayfork's wrong with her only		4
her lex's salig. Boald Tib does be yawning and smirking cat's		5
hours on the Pollockses' woolly round tabouretcushion watch-		6
ing her sewing a dream together, the tailor's daughter, stitch to		7
her last. Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement,		8
decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. It's allavalonche that		9
blows nopussy food. If you only were there to explain the mean-		10
ing, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. The lips		11
would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Fin-		12
drinny Fair. What with reins here and ribbons there all your		13
hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at		14
sea or swooped through the blue like Airwinger's bride. She		15
was flirtsome then and she's fluttersome yet. She can second a		16
song and adores a scandal when the last post's gone by. Fond of		17
a concertina and pairs passing when she's had her forty winks		18
for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in her		19
merlin chair assotted, reading her Evening World. To see is		20
it smarts, full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news.		21
Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez. Angry scenes at Stormount.		22
Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. Opportunity fair with		23
the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he		24
noise about all same Harry chap. She's seeking her way, a chickle		25
a chuckle, in and out of their serial story, Les Loves of Selskar		26
et Pervenche, freely adapted to The Novvergin's Viv. There'll		27
be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her		28
final tear. Zee End. But that's a world of ways away. Till track		29
laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering		30
candles flare. Anna Stacey's how are you! Worther waist in the		31
noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. Her		32
hair's as brown as ever it was. And wivvy and wavy. Repose you		33
now! Finn no more!		34
For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon, there's		35
already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises of his		36