| to the R.Q. with: shoots off in a hiss, muddles up in a mussmass | 1 |
| and his whole's a dismantled noondrunkard's son. Howbeit we | 2 |
| heard not a son of sons to leave by him to oceanic society in his | 3 |
| old man without a thing in his ignorance, Tulko MacHooley. | 4 |
| And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other | 5 |
| time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the | 6 |
| name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a | 7 |
| dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its fellow. The | 8 |
| daughters are after going and loojing for him, Torba's nice- | 9 |
| lookers of the fair neck. Wanted for millinary servance to | 10 |
| olderly's person by the Totty Askinses. Formelly confounded | 11 |
| with amother. Maybe growing a moustache, did you say, with | 12 |
| an adorable look of amuzement? And uses noclass billiardhalls | 13 |
| with an upandown ladder? Not Hans the Curier though had he | 14 |
| had have only had some little laughings and some less of cheeks | 15 |
| and were he not so warried by his bulb of persecussion he could | 16 |
| have, ay, and would have, as true as Essex bridge. And not Go- | 17 |
| pheph go gossip, I declare to man! Noe! To all's much relief | 18 |
| one's half hypothesis of that jabberjaw ape amok the showering | 19 |
| jestnuts of Bruisanose was hotly dropped and his room taken up | 20 |
| by that odious and still today insufficiently malestimated note- | 21 |
| snatcher (kak, pfooi, bosh and fiety, much earny, Gus, poteen? | 22 |
| Sez you!) Shem the Penman. | 23 |
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