| dianablowing, wild as wild, the mockingbird whose word is | 1 |
| misfortune, so 'tis said, the bulbul down the wind. | 2 |
| The proto was traipsing through the tangle then, Mathew | 3 |
| Walker, godsons' goddestfar, deputising for gossipocracy, | 4 |
| and his station was a few perch to the weatherside of the | 5 |
| knoll Asnoch and it was from no other place unless there, how | 6 |
| and ever, that he proxtended aloof upon the ether Mesmer's | 7 |
| Manuum, the hand making silence. The buckos beyond on the lea, | 8 |
| then stopped wheresoever they found their standings and that way | 9 |
| they set ward about him, doing obedience, nod, bend, bow and | 10 |
| curtsey, like the watchers of Prospect, upholding their broad- | 11 |
| awake prober's hats on their firrum heads, the travelling court on | 12 |
| its findings circuiting that personer in his fallen. And a crack quat- | 13 |
| youare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psy- | 14 |
| chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and | 15 |
| clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was | 16 |
| the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots. And, | 17 |
| what do you think, who should be laying there above all other | 18 |
| persons forenenst them only Yawn! All of asprawl he was laying | 19 |
| too amengst the poppies and, I can tell you something more than | 20 |
| that, drear writer, profoundly as you may bedeave to it, he was | 21 |
| oscasleep asleep. And it was far more similar to a satrap he lay there | 22 |
| with unctuous beauty all surrounded, the poser, or for whatall I | 23 |
| know like Lord Lumen, coaching his preferred constellations in | 24 |
| faith and doctrine, for old Matt Gregory, 'tis he had the starmenag- | 25 |
| erie, Marcus Lyons and Lucas Metcalfe Tarpey and the mack | 26 |
| that never forgave the ass that lurked behind him, Jonny na | 27 |
| Hossaleen. | 28 |
| More than their good share of their five senses ensorcelled | 29 |
| you would say themselves were, fuming censor, the way they | 30 |
| could not rightly tell their heels from their stools as they cooched | 31 |
| down a mamalujo by his cubical crib, as question time drew | 32 |
| nighing and the map of the souls' groupography rose in relief | 33 |
| within their quarterings, to play tops or kites or hoops or marbles, | 34 |
| curchycurchy, gawking on him, for the issuance of his pnum and | 35 |
| softnoising one of them to another one, the boguaqueesthers. | 36 |