184.01 war moans, special sighs, longsufferings of longstanding, ahs ohs

184.02 ouis sis jas jos gias neys thaws sos, yeses and yeses and yeses, to

184.03 which, if one has the stomach to add the breakages, upheavals

184.04 distortions, inversions of all this chambermade music one stands,

184.05 given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the

184.06 whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder, self exiled in upon

184.07 his ego,a nightlong a shaking betwixtween white or reddr haw-

184.08 rors, noondayterrorised to skin and bone by an ineluctable phan-

184.09 tom (may the Shaper have mercery on him !) writing the mystery

184.10 of himsel in furniture.

184.11 Of course our low hero was a self valeter by choice of need so

184.12 up he got up whatever is meant by a stourbridge clay kitchen-

184.13 ette and lithargogalenu fowlhouse for the sake of akes (the

184.14 umpple does not fall very far from the dumpertree) which the

184.15 moromelodious jigsmith, in defiance of the Uncontrollable Birth

184.16 Preservativation (Game and Poultry) Act, playing lallaryrook

184.17 cookerynook, by the dodginess of his lentern, brooled and cocked

184.18 and potched in an athanor, whites and yolks and yilks and whotes

184.19 to the frulling fredonnance of Mas blanca que la blanca Hermana

184.20 and Amarilla, muy bien, with cinnamon and locusts and wild bees-

184.21 wax and liquorice and Carrageen moss and blaster of Barry's and

184.22 Asther's mess and Huster's micture and Yellownan's embrocation

184.23 and Pinkingtone's patty and stardust and sinner's tears, acuredent

184.24 to Sharadan's Art of Panning, chanting, for all regale to the like

184.25 of the legs he left behind with Litty fun Letty fan Leven, his

184.26 cantraps of fermented words, abracadabra calubra culorum, (his

184.27 oewfs à la Madame Gabrielle de l'Eglise, his avgs à la Mistress

184.28 B. de B. Meinfelde, his eiers Usquadmala à la pomme de ciel,

184.29 his uoves, oves and uves à la Sulphate de Soude, his ochiuri

184.30 sowtay sowmmonay a la Monseigneur, his soufflosion of oogs

184.31 with somekat on toyast à la Mère Puard, his Poggadovies alla

184.32 Fenella, his Frideggs à la Tricarême) in what was meant for a

184.33 closet (Ah ho! If only he had listened better to the four masters

184.34 that infanted him Father Mathew and Le Père Noble and Pastor

184.35 Lucas and Padre Aguilar —— not forgetting Layteacher Baudwin!

184.36 Ah ho!) His costive Satan's antimonian manganese limolitmious

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