| both lines of forwards (Eburnea's down, boys !) rightjingbangshot | 1 |
| into the goal of her gullet. | 2 |
| Alris! | 3 |
| And now, upright and add them! And plays be honest! And | 4 |
| pullit into yourself, as on manowoman do another ! Candidately, | 5 |
| everybody! A mot for amot. Comong, meng, and douh! There | 6 |
| was this, wellyoumaycallher, a strapping modern old ancient | 7 |
| Irish prisscess, so and so hands high, such and such paddock | 8 |
| weight, in her madapolam smock, nothing under her hat but | 9 |
| red hair and solid ivory (now you know it's true in your | 10 |
| hardup hearts!) and a firstclass pair of bedroom eyes, of most | 11 |
| unhomy blue, (how weak we are, one and all!) the charm | 12 |
| of favour's fond consent! Could you blame her, we're saying, | 13 |
| for one psocoldlogical moment? What would Ewe do? With | 14 |
| that so tiresome old milkless a ram, with his tiresome duty | 15 |
| peck and his bronchial tubes, the tiresome old hairyg orangogran | 16 |
| beaver, in his tiresome old twennysixandsixpenny sheopards | 17 |
| plods drowsers and his thirtybobandninepenny tails plus toop! | 18 |
| Hagakhroustioun! It were too exceeding really if one woulds | 19 |
| to offer at sulk an oldivirdual a pinge of hinge hit. The | 20 |
| mainest thing ever ! Since Edem was in the boags noavy. No, no, | 21 |
| the dear heaven knows, and the farther the from it, if the whole | 22 |
| stole stale mis betold, whoever the gulpable, and whatever the | 23 |
| pulpous was, the twooned togethered, and giving the mhost | 24 |
| phassionable wheathers, they were doing a lally a lolly a dither | 25 |
| a duther one lelly two dather three lilly four dother. And it was | 26 |
| a fiveful moment for the poor old timetetters, ticktacking, in tenk | 27 |
| the count. Till the spark that plugged spared the chokee he | 28 |
| gripped and (volatile volupty, how brieved are thy lunguings!) | 29 |
| they could and they could hear like of a lisp lapsing, that | 30 |
| was her knight of the truths thong plipping out of her chapell- | 31 |
| ledeosy, after where he had gone and polped the questioned. | 32 |
| Plop. | 33 |
| Ah now, it was tootwoly torrific, the mummurrlubejubes ! And | 34 |
| then after that they used to be so forgetful, counting mother- | 35 |
| peributts (up one up four) to membore her beaufu mouldern | 36 |