| the mauldrin rabble around him in areopage, fracassing a great | 1 |
| bingkan cagnan with their timpan crowders. Mind your Grimm- | 2 |
| father! Think of your Ma! Hing the Hong is his jove's hang- | 3 |
| nomen ! Lilt a bolero, bulling a law ! She swore on croststyx nyne | 4 |
| wyndabouts she's be level with all the snags of them yet. Par the | 5 |
| Vulnerable Virgin's Mary del Dame! So she said to herself she'd | 6 |
| frame a plan to fake a shine, the mischiefmaker, the like of it you | 7 |
| niever heard. What plan? Tell me quick and dongu so crould! | 8 |
| What the meurther did she mague? Well, she bergened a zakbag, | 9 |
| a shammy mailsack, with the lend of a loan of the light of his | 10 |
| lampion, off one of her swapsons, Shaun the Post, and then she | 11 |
| went and consulted her chapboucqs, old Mot Moore, Casey's | 12 |
| Euclid and the Fashion Display and made herself tidal to join | 13 |
| in the mascarete. O gig goggle of gigguels. I can't tell you how! | 14 |
| It's too screaming to rizo, rabbit it all! Minneha, minnehi mina- | 15 |
| aehe, minneho! O but you must, you must really! Make my hear | 16 |
| it gurgle gurgle, like the farest gargle gargle in the dusky dirgle | 17 |
| dargle! By the holy well of Mulhuddart I swear I'd pledge my | 18 |
| chanza getting to heaven through Tirry and Killy's mount of | 19 |
| impiety to hear it all, aviary word! O, leave me my faculties, | 20 |
| woman, a while! If you don't like my story get out of the punt. | 21 |
| Well, have it your own way, so. Here, sit down and do as you're | 22 |
| bid. Take my stroke and bend to your bow. Forward in and pull | 23 |
| your overthepoise! Lisp it slaney and crisp it quiet. Deel me long- | 24 |
| some. Tongue your time now. Breathe thet deep. Thouat's the | 25 |
| fairway. Hurry slow and scheldt you go. Lynd us your blessed | 26 |
| ashes here till I scrub the canon's underpants. Flow now. Ower | 27 |
| more. And pooleypooley. | 28 |
| First she let her hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its | 29 |
| teviots winding coils. Then, mothernaked, she sampood herself | 30 |
| with galawater and fraguant pistania mud, wupper and lauar, | 31 |
| from crown to sole. Next she greesed the groove of her keel, | 32 |
| warthes and wears and mole and itcher, with antifouling butter- | 33 |
| scatch and turfentide and serpenthyme and with leafmould she | 34 |
| ushered round prunella isles and eslats dun, quincecunct, allover | 35 |
| her little mary. Peeld gold of waxwork her jellybelly and her | 36 |