my hostilious by going in by the most holy recitatandas  for | 1 |
| my varsatile examinations in the ologies, to be a coach on the | 2 |
| Fukien mission. P? F? How used you learn me, brather | 3 |
| soboostius, in my augustan days? With cesarella looking on. | 4 |
| In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says, for the end is | 5 |
| with woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a | 6 |
| worse case after than before since she on the supine satisfies | 7 |
| the verg to him! Toughtough, tootoological. Thou the first | 8 |
| person shingeller. Art, an imperfect subjunctive. Paltry, | 9 |
| flappent, had serious. Miss Smith onamatterpoetic. Hammis- | 10 |
| andivis axes colles waxes warmas like sodullas. So pick your | 11 |
| stops with fondnes snow. And mind you twine the twos | 12 |
| noods of your nicenames. And pull up your furbelovs as far- | 13 |
| above as you're farthingales. That'll hint him how to click the | 14 |
| trigger. Show you shall and won't he will! His hearing is in- | 15 |
| doubting just as my seeing is onbelieving. So dactylise him up | 16 |
| to blankpoint and let him blink for himself where you speak the | 17 |
| best ticklish. You'll feel what I mean. Fond namer, let me never | 18 |
| see thee blame a kiss for shame a knee! | 19 |
| Echo, read ending! Siparioramoci! But from the stress of | 20 |
| their sunder enlivening, ay clasp, deciduously, a nikrokosmikon | 21 |
| must come to mike. | 22 |
Well, my positively last at any stage! I hate to look at alarms | 23 |
| but,however they put on my watchcraft,must now close as I | 24 |
| hereby hear by ear from by seeless socks 'tis time to be up and | 25 |
| ambling. Mymiddle toe's mitching, so mizzle I must else 'twill | 26 |
| sarve me out. Gulp a bulper at parting and the moore the | 27 |
| melodest! Farewell but whenever, as Tisdall told Toole. | 28 |
| Tempos fidgets. Let flee me fiacckles, says the grand old mano- | 29 |
| ark, stormcrested crowcock and undulant hair, hoodies tway! | 30 |
| Yes, faith, I am as mew let freer, beneath me corthage, bound. | 31 |
| I'm as bored now bawling beersgrace at sorepaws there as Andrew | 32 |
| Clays was sharing sawdust with Daniel's old collie. This shack's | 33 |
| not big enough for me now. I'm dreaming of ye, azores. And, re- | 34 |
| member this, a chorines, there's the witch on the heath, sistra! | 35 |
| 'Bansheeba peeling hourihaared while her Orcotron is hoaring | 36 |