| everthemore his queque kept swelling) of enthusiastic noble- | 1 |
| women flinging every coronetcrimsoned stitch they had off at | 2 |
| his probscenium,one after the others, inamagoaded into ajustil- | 3 |
| loosing themselves, in their gaiety pantheomime, when, egad, sir, | 4 |
| acordant to all acountstrick, he squealed the topsquall im Deal | 5 |
| Lil Shemlockup Yellin (geewhiz, jew ear that far! soap ewer! | 6 |
| loutgout of sabaous! juice like a boyd!) for fully five minutes,in- | 7 |
| finitely better than Baraton Mc Gluckin with a scrumptious cocked | 8 |
| hat and three green, cheese and tangerine trinity plumes on the | 9 |
| right handle side of his amarellous head, a coat macfarlane (the | 10 |
| kerssest cut, you understand?) a sponiard's digger at his ribs, | 11 |
| (Alfaiate punxit) an azulblu blowsheet for his blousebosom | 12 |
| blossom and a dean's crozier that he won from Cardinal Lin- | 13 |
| dundarri and Cardinal Carchingarri and Cardinal Loriotuli and | 14 |
| Cardinal Occidentaccia (ah ho!) in the dearby darby doubled for | 15 |
| falling first over the hurdles, madam, in the odder hand, a.a.t.s.o.t., | 16 |
| but what with the murky light, the botchy print, the tattered | 17 |
| cover, the jigjagged page, the fumbling fingers, the foxtrotting | 18 |
| fleas, the lieabed lice, the scum on his tongue, the drop in his | 19 |
| eye, the lump in his throat, the drink in his pottle, the itch in his | 20 |
| palm, the wail of his wind, the grief from his breath, the fog of | 21 |
| his mindfag, the buzz in his braintree, the tic of his conscience, | 22 |
| the height up his rage, the gush down his fundament, the fire | 23 |
| in his gorge, the tickle of his tail, the bane in his bullugs, the | 24 |
| squince in his suil, the rot in his eater, the ycho in his earer, | 25 |
| the totters of his toes, the tetters on his tumtytum, the rats in his | 26 |
| garret, the bats in his belfry, the budgerigars and bumbosolom | 27 |
| beaubirds, the hullabaloo and the dust in his ears since it took him | 28 |
| a month to steal a march he was hardset to mumorise more than | 29 |
| a word a week. Hake's haulin! Hook's fisk! Can you beat it? | 30 |
| Whawe! I say, can you bait it? Was there ever heard of such | 31 |
| lowdown blackguardism? Positively it woolies one to think | 32 |
| over it. | 33 |
| Yet the bumpersprinkler used to boast aloud alone to himself | 34 |
| with a haccent on it when Mynfadher was a boer constructor and | 35 |
| Hoy was a lexical student, parole, and corrected with the black- | 36 |