| debths in that mormon's thames, be questing and handsetl, hop, | 1 |
| step and a deepend, with his berths in their toiling moil, his swal- | 2 |
| lower open from swolf to fore and the snipes of the gutter pecking | 3 |
| his crocs, hungerstriking all alone and holding doomsdag over | 4 |
| hunselv, dreeing his weird, with his dander up, and his fringe | 5 |
| combed over his eygs and droming on loft till the sight of the | 6 |
| sternes, after zwarthy kowse and weedy broeks and the tits of | 7 |
| buddy and the loits of pest and to peer was Parish worth thette | 8 |
| mess. You'd think all was dodo belonging to him how he durmed | 9 |
| adranse in durance vaal. He had been belching for severn years. | 10 |
| And there she was, Anna Livia, she darent catch a winkle of | 11 |
| sleep, purling around like a chit of a child, Wendawanda, a finger- | 12 |
| thick, in a Lapsummer skirt and damazon cheeks, for to ishim | 13 |
| bonzour to her dear dubber Dan. With neuphraties and sault | 14 |
| from his maggias. And an odd time she'd cook him up blooms | 15 |
| of fisk and lay to his heartsfoot her meddery eygs, yayis, and | 16 |
| staynish beacons on toasc and a cupenhave so weeshywashy of | 17 |
| Greenland's tay or a dzoupgan of Kaffue mokau an sable or | 18 |
| Sikiang sukry or his ale of ferns in trueart pewter and a shin- | 19 |
| kobread (hamjambo, bana?) for to plaise that man hog stay his | 20 |
| stomicker till her pyrraknees shrunk to nutmeg graters while her | 21 |
| togglejoints shuck with goyt and as rash as she'd russ with her | 22 |
| peakload of vivers up on her sieve (metauwero rage it swales and | 23 |
| rieses) my hardey Hek he'd kast them frome him, with a stour | 24 |
| of scorn, as much as to say you sow and you sozh, and if he didn't | 25 |
| peg the platteau on her tawe, believe you me, she was safe | 26 |
| enough. And then she'd esk to vistule a hymn, The Heart Bowed | 27 |
| Down or The Rakes of Mallow or Chelli Michele's La Calumnia è | 28 |
| un Vermicelli or a balfy bit ov old Jo Robidson. Sucho fuffing a | 29 |
| fifeing 'twould cut you in two! She'd bate the hen that crowed | 30 |
| on the turrace of Babbel. What harm if she knew how to cockle | 31 |
| her mouth ! And not a mag out of Hum no more than out of the | 32 |
| mangle weight. Is that a faith? That's the fact. Then riding the | 33 |
| ricka and roya romanche, Annona, gebroren aroostokrat Nivia, | 34 |
| dochter of Sense and Art, with Sparks' pirryphlickathims funkl- | 35 |
ing her fan, anner frostivying tresses dasht with virevlies, | 36 |