But twill cling hellish like engels opened to neuropeans, if | 1 |
| you've sensed, whole the sum. So be vigil! | 2 |
And this pattern pootsch punnermine of concoon and | 3 |
| proprey went on, hog and minne, a whole whake, your night after | 4 |
| larry's night, spittinspite on Dora O'Huggins, ormonde caught | 5 |
| butler, the artillery of the O'Hefferns answering the cavalry of the | 6 |
| MacClouds, fortey and more fortey, a thousand and one times, | 7 |
| according to your cock and a biddy story? Lludillongi, for years | 8 |
| and years perhaps? | 9 |
That's ri. This is his largos life, this is me timtomtum and | 10 |
| this is her two peekweeny ones. From the last finger on the | 11 |
| second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of | 12 |
| the first. That's right. | 13 |
Finny. Vary vary finny! | 14 |
It may look funny but fere it is. | 15 |
This is not guid enough, Mr Brasslattin. Finging and tong- | 16 |
| ing and winging and ponging! And all your rally and ramp and | 17 |
| rant! Didget think I was asleep at the wheel? D'yu mean to tall | 18 |
| grand jurors of thathens of tharctic on your oath, me lad, and | 19 |
| ask us to believe you, for all you're enduring long terms, with | 20 |
| yur last foot foremouthst, that yur moon was shining on the | 21 |
| tors and on the cresties and winblowing night after night, for | 22 |
| years and years perhaps, after you swearing to it a while back | 23 |
| before your Corth examiner, Markwalther, that there was reen | 24 |
| in planty all the teem? | 25 |
Perhaps so, as you grand duly affirm, Robman Calvinic. | 26 |
| I never thought over it, faith. I most certainly think so about it. | 27 |
| I hope. Unless it is actionable. It would be a charity for me to | 28 |
| think about something which I must on no caste accounts omit, | 29 |
| if you ask to me. It was told me as an inspired statement by a | 30 |
| friend of myself, in reply to salute, Tarpey, after three o'clock | 31 |
| mass, with forty ducks indulgent, that some rain was promised | 32 |
| to Mrs Lyons, the invalid of Aunt Tarty Villa, with lots gulp | 33 |
| and sousers and likewise he told me, the recusant, after telling | 34 |
| mass, with two hundred genuflexions, at the split hour of | 35 |
| blight when bars are keeping so sly, as was what's follows. He | 36 |