| cious memory and that proud grace to her, in gait a movely water, | 1 |
| of smile a coolsome cup, with that rarefied air of a Montmalency | 2 |
| and her quick little breaths and her climbing colour. Take thee | 3 |
| live will save thee wive? I'll think uplon, lilady. Should anerous | 4 |
| enthroproise call homovirtue, duinnafear! The ghem's to the | 5 |
| ghoom be she nere zo zma. Obsit nemon! Floodlift, her ancient | 6 |
| of rights regaining, so yester yidd, even remembrance. And | 7 |
| greater grown then in the trifle of her days, a mouse, a mere | 8 |
| tittle, trots off with the whole panoromacron picture. Her young- | 9 |
| free yoke stilling his wandercursus, jilt the spin of a curl and jolt | 10 |
| the broadth of a buoy. The Annexandreian captive conquest. | 11 |
| Ethna Prettyplume, Hooghly Spaight. Him her first lap, her his | 12 |
| fast pal, for ditcher for plower, till deltas twoport. While this | 13 |
| glowworld's lump is gloaming off and han in hende will grow. | 14 |
| Through simpling years where the lowcasts have aten of amilikan | 15 |
| honey and datish fruits and a bannock of barley on Tham the | 16 |
| Thatcher's palm. O wanderness be wondernest and now! Listen- | 17 |
| eath to me, veils of Mina! He would withsay, nepertheloss, that | 18 |
| is too me mean. I oldways did me walsh and preechup ere we set | 19 |
| to sope and fash. Now eats the vintner over these contents oft | 20 |
| with his sad slow munch for backonham. Yet never shet it the | 21 |
| brood of aurowoch, not for legions of donours of Gamuels. I | 22 |
| have performed the law in truth for the lord of the law, Taif | 23 |
| Alif I have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in Anna- | 24 |
| polis, my youthrib city. Be ye then my protectors unto Mussa- | 25 |
| botomia before the guards of the city. Theirs theres is a gentle- | 26 |
| meants agreement. Womensch plodge. To slope through heather | 27 |
| till the foot. Join Andersoon and Co. If the flowers of speech | 28 |
| valed the springs of me rising the hiker I hilltapped the murk I | 29 |
| mist my blezzard way. Not a knocker on his head nor a nick- | 30 |
| number on the manyoumeant. With that coldtbrundt natteldster | 31 |
| wefting stinks from Alpyssinia, wooving nihilnulls from Memo- | 32 |
| land and wolving the ulvertones of the voice. But his spectrem | 33 |
| onlymergeant crested from the irised sea in plight, calvitousness, | 34 |
| loss, nngnr, gliddinyss, unwill and snorth. It might have been | 35 |
| what you call your change of my life but there's the chance of a | 36 |