letters, relayed wand postchased, multiply, ay faith, and plultiply!) | 1 |
Shaun himself. | 2 |
    What a picture primitive! | 3 |
    Had I the concordant wiseheads of Messrs Gregory and Lyons | 4 |
alongside of Dr Tarpey's and I dorsay the reverend Mr Mac | 5 |
Dougall's, but I, poor ass, am but as their fourpart tinckler's dun- | 6 |
key. Yet methought Shaun (holy messonger angels be uninter- | 7 |
ruptedly nudging him among and along the winding ways of | 8 |
random ever!) Shaun in proper person (now may all the blue- | 9 |
blacksliding constellations continue to shape his changeable time- | 10 |
table!) stood before me. And I pledge you my agricultural word | 11 |
by the hundred and sixty odds rods and cones of this even's | 12 |
vision that young fellow looked the stuff, the Bel of Beaus' | 13 |
Walk, a prime card if ever was! Pep? Now without deceit it is | 14 |
hardly too much to say he was looking grand, so fired smart, in | 15 |
much more than his usual health. No mistaking that beamish | 16 |
brow! There was one for you that ne'er would nunch with good | 17 |
Duke Humphrey but would aight through the months without a | 18 |
sign of an err in hem and then, otherwise rounding, fourale to the | 19 |
lees of Traroe. Those jehovial oyeglances! The heart of the rool! | 20 |
And hit the hencoop. He was immense, topping swell for he was | 21 |
after having a great time of it, a twentyfour hours every moment | 22 |
matters maltsight, in a porterhouse,scutfrank, if you want to | 23 |
know, Saint Lawzenge of Toole's, the Wheel of Fortune, leave | 24 |
your clubs in the hall and wait on yourself, no chucks for wal- | 25 |
nut ketchups, Lazenby's and Chutney graspis (the house the once | 26 |
queen of Bristol and Balrothery twice admired because her | 27 |
frumped door looked up Dacent Street) where in the sighed of | 28 |
lovely eyes while his knives of hearts made havoc he had re- | 29 |
cruited his strength by meals of spadefuls of mounded food, in | 30 |
anticipation of the faste of tablenapkins, constituting his three- | 31 |
partite pranzipal meals plus a collation, his breakfast of first, a bless | 32 |
us O blood and thirsthy orange, next, the half of a pint of becon | 33 |
with newled googs and a segment of riceplummy padding, met | 34 |
of sunder suigar and some cold forsoaken steak peatrefired from | 35 |
the batblack night o'erflown then, without prejuice to evectuals, | 36 |