while the prom beauties sreeked nith their bearers' skins! in | 1 |
| a period gown of changeable jade that would robe the wood of | 2 |
| two cardinals' chairs and crush poor Cullen and smother Mac- | 3 |
| Cabe. O blazerskate! Theirs porpor patches! And brahming to | 4 |
| him down the feedchute, with her femtyfyx kinds of fondling | 5 |
| endings, the poother rambling off her nose: Vuggybarney, | 6 |
| Wickerymandy! Hello, ducky, please don't die! Do you know | 7 |
| what she started cheeping after, with a choicey voicey like water- | 8 |
| glucks or Madame Delba to Romeoreszk? You'll never guess. | 9 |
| Tell me. Tell me. Phoebe, dearest, tell, O tell me and
I loved you | 10 |
| better nor you knew. And letting on hoon var daft about the warbly | 11 |
| sangs from over holmen: High hellskirt saw ladies hensmoker
lily- | 12 |
| hung pigger: and soay and soan and so firth and so forth in a tone | 13 |
| sonora and Oom Bothar below like Bheri-Bheri in his sandy | 14 |
| cloak, so umvolosy, as deaf as a yawn, the stult! Go away! Poor | 15 |
| deef old deary! Yare only teasing! Anna Liv? As chalk is my | 16 |
| judge! And didn't she up in sorgues and go and trot doon and | 17 |
| stand in her douro, puffing her old dudheen, and every shirvant | 18 |
| siligirl or wensum farmerette walking the pilend roads, Sawy, | 19 |
| Fundally, Daery or Maery, Milucre, Awny or Graw, usedn't she | 20 |
| make her a simp or sign to slip inside by the sullyport? You don't | 21 |
| say, the sillypost? Bedouix but I do! Calling them in, one by one | 22 |
| (To Blockbeddum here! Here the Shoebenacaddie!) and legging | 23 |
| a jig or so on the sihl to show them how to shake their benders | 24 |
| and the dainty how to bring to mind the gladdest garments out | 25 |
| of sight and all the way of a maid with a man and making a sort | 26 |
| of a cackling noise like two and a penny or half a crown and hold- | 27 |
| ing up a silliver shiner. Lordy, lordy, did she so? Well, of all the | 28 |
| ones ever I heard! Throwing all the neiss little whores in the | 29 |
| world at him! To inny captured wench you wish of no matter | 30 |
| what sex of pleissful ways two adda tammar a lizzy a lossie to | 31 |
| hug and hab haven in Humpy's apron! | 32 |
| And what was the wyerye rima she made! Odet! Odet! Tell | 33 |
| me the trent of it while I'm lathering hail out of Denis Florence | 34 |
| MacCarthy's combies. Rise it, flut ye, pian piena! I'm dying | 35 |
| down off my iodine feet until I lerryn Anna Livia's cushingloo, | 36 |