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One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend corn- |
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wer, man ship me silver!,
it must have been, faw! a terrible |
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mavrue mavone, to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a |
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finalley, and that's flat as Tut's fut, for whowghowho? the poour |
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girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so inseuladed as Crampton's |
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peartree, (she sall eurn bitter bed by thirt sweet of her face !),
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short wonder so many of the tomthick and tarry members in all |
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there subsequious ages of our timocracy tipped to console with her |
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at her mirrorable gracewindow'd hut 1
till the ives of Man, the |
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O'Kneels and the O'Prayins and the O'Hyens of Lochlaunstown |
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and the O'Hollerins of Staneybatter, hollyboys, all, burryripe |
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who'll buy?, 2 in juwelietry and kickychoses
and madornaments |
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and that's not the finis of it (would it were!)
but to think of him |
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foundling a nelliza the second, 3 also
cliptbuss (the best was still |
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there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, re- |
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triever to the last 4
escapes my forgetness now was it dust- |
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covered, nom de Lieu! on lapse or street ondown, through, for
or |
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from a foe, by with as on a friend, at the Rectory? Vicarage Road? |
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Bishop's Folly? Papesthorpe?, after picket fences, stonewalls, out |
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and ins or oxers for merry
a valsehood whisprit he to manny a |
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lilying earling; 5 and to try to analyse
that ambo's pair of brace- |
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leans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all 6
of that miching |
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micher's bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mous- |
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taches, Dammad and Groany, into her limited (tuff, tuff, que tu
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pitre!) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends 7
in their dolight- |
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ful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper's |
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brow and prickled ears !) as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition, |
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were a wrigular writher neonovene babe! 8
well, diarmuee and |
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O hce! O hce! |
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Six and seven the League. |
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It's all round me hat I'll wear a drooping dido. |
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Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being
ourdeaned, |
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me and Myrtle is twinkling to know. |
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To show they caught preferment. |
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See the freeman's cuticatura by Fennella. |
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Just one big booty's pot. |
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Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he
died a natural |
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