| is the four gentlemen. Otem. And it was not a long time till he was | 1 |
| feeling true forim he was goodda purssia and it was short after that | 2 |
| he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber. Etem. | 3 |
| He was at his thinker's aunts to give (the four gentlemen) the presence | 4 |
| (of a curpse). And this is what he would be willing. He fould the | 5 |
| fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy | 6 |
| duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast. Atem. | 7 |
| Towhere byhangs ourtales. | 8 |
| Ah ho! This poor Glugg! It was so said of him about of his old | 9 |
| fontmouther. Truly deplurabel! A dire, O dire! And all the freight- | 10 |
| fullness whom he inhebited after his colline born janitor. Some- | 11 |
| time towerable! With that hehry antlets on him and the bauble- | 12 |
| light bulching out of his sockets whiling away she sprankled his | 13 |
| allover with her noces of interregnation: How do you do that lack | 14 |
| a lock and pass the poker, please? And bids him tend her, lute | 15 |
| and airly. Sing, sweetharp, thing to me anone! So that Glugg, | 16 |
| the poor one, in that limbopool which was his subnesciousness | 17 |
| he could scares of all knotknow whither his morrder had bourst | 18 |
| a blabber or if the vogalstones that hit his tynpan was that mearly | 19 |
| his skoll missed her. Misty's trompe or midst his flooting? Ah, | 20 |
| ho! Cicely, awe! | 21 |
| The youngly delightsome frilles-in-pleyurs are now showen | 22 |
| drawen, if bud one, or, if in florileague, drawens up consociately | 23 |
| at the hinder sight of their commoner guardian. Her boy fiend or | 24 |
| theirs, if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a trapadour, sinking | 25 |
| how he must fand for himself by gazework what their colours | 26 |
| wear as they are all showen drawens up. Tireton, cacheton, tire- | 27 |
| ton, ba! Doth that not satisfy youth, sir? Quanty purty bellas, | 28 |
| here, Madama Lifay! And what are you going to charm them to, | 29 |
| Madama, do say? Cinderynelly angled her slipper; it was cho | 30 |
| chiny yet braught her a groom. He will angskt of them from their | 31 |
| commoner guardian at next lineup (who is really the rapier of the | 32 |
| two though thother brother can hold his own, especially for he | 33 |
| bandished it with his hand the hold time, mamain, a simply gra- | 34 |
| cious: Mi, O la!), and reloose that thong off his art: Hast thou feel | 35 |
| liked carbunckley ones? Apun which his poohoor pricoxity theirs | 36 |