| and oath by the awe of Shaun (and that's a howl of a name!) that | 1 |
| I will commission to the flames any incendiarist whosoever or | 2 |
| ahriman howsoclever who would endeavour to set ever annyma | 3 |
| roner moother of mine on fire. Rock me julie but I will soho! | 4 |
| And, with that crickcrackcruck of his threelungged squool | 5 |
| from which grief had usupped every smile, big hottempered | 6 |
| husky fusky krenfy strenfy pugiliser, such as he was, he virtually | 7 |
| broke down on the mooherhead, getting quite jerry over her, | 8 |
| overpowered by himself with the love of the tearsilver that | 9 |
| he twined through her hair for, sure, he was the soft semplgawn | 10 |
| slob of the world with a heart like Montgomery's in his showchest | 11 |
| and harvey loads of feeling in him and as innocent and undesign- | 12 |
| ful as the freshfallen calef. Still, grossly unselfish in sickself, he | 13 |
| dished allarmes away and laughed it off with a wipe at his pud- | 14 |
| gies and a gulp apologetic, healing his tare be the smeyle of his | 15 |
| oye, oogling around. Him belly no belong sollow mole pigeon. | 16 |
| Ally bully. Fu Li's gulpa. Mind you, now, that he was in the | 17 |
| dumpest of earnest orthough him jawr war hoo hleepy hor halk | 18 |
| urthing hurther. Moe like that only he stopped short in looking | 19 |
| up up upfrom his tide shackled wrists through the ghost of an | 20 |
| ocean's, the wieds of pansiful heathvens of joepeter's gaseytotum | 21 |
| as they are telling not but were and will be, all told, scruting fore- | 22 |
| back into the fargoneahead to feel out what age in years tropical, | 23 |
| ecclesiastic, civil or sidereal he might find by the sirious pointstand | 24 |
| of Charley's Wain (what betune the spheres sledding along the | 25 |
| lacteal and the mansions of the blest turning on old times) as ere- | 26 |
| while had he craved of thus, the dreamskhwindel necklassoed him, | 27 |
| his thumbs fell into his fists and, lusosing the harmonical balance | 28 |
| of his ballbearing extremities, by the holy kettle, like a flask of | 29 |
| lightning over he careened (O the sons of the fathers!) by the | 30 |
| mightyfine weight of his barrel (all that prevented the happering | 31 |
| of who if not the asterisks betwink themselves shall ever?) and, | 32 |
| as the wisest postlude course he could playact, collaspsed in en- | 33 |
| semble and rolled buoyantly backwards in less than a twink- | 34 |
| ling via Rattigan's corner out of farther earshot with his highly | 35 |
| curious mode of slipashod motion, surefoot, sorefoot, slickfoot, | 36 |