Jute. 'Zmorde!
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Mutt. Meldundleize!
By the fearse wave behoughted. Des- |
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| pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup |
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| them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust |
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| and being humus the same roturns. He who runes |
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| may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle,
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| crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum- |
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| blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in |
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| your whisht! |
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Jute. Whysht? |
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Mutt. The gyant
Forficules with Amni the fay. |
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Jute. Howe? |
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Mutt. Here is viceking's
graab. |
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Jute. Hwaad ! |
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Mutt. Ore you astoneaged,
jute you? |
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Jute. Oye am thonthorstrok,
thing mud. |
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| (Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what
curios |
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| of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since |
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| We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told |
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| of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They |
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| lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is |
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| given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and |
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| again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds |
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| walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that |
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| knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that |
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| convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that |
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| adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en- |
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| tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his |
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| navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively- |
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| onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt, |
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| an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at |
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| all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht. |
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| Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and |
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| arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee
is for |
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| a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face
at the |
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waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em,  ace
to  ace! When a |
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