| Wouldndom! But, Gemini, he's looking frightfully thin! I heard | 1 |
| the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay. Down among the dust- | 2 |
| bins let him lie! Ear! Ear! Not ay! Eye! Eye! For I'm at the heart | 3 |
| of it. Yet I cannot on my solemn merits as a recitativer recollect | 4 |
| ever having done of anything of the kind to deserve of such. | 5 |
| Not the phost of a nation! Nor by a long trollop! I just didn't have | 6 |
| the time to. Saint Anthony Guide! | 7 |
But have we until now ever besought you, dear Shaun, we | 8 |
| remembered, who it was, good boy, to begin with, who out of | 9 |
| symphony gave you the permit? | 10 |
Goodbye now, Shaun replied, with a voice pure as a church- | 11 |
| mode, in echo rightdainty, with a good catlick tug at his coco- | 12 |
| moss candylock, a foretaste in time of his cabbageous brain's | 13 |
| curlyflower. Athiacaro! Comb his tar odd gee sing your mower | 14 |
| O meeow? Greet thee Good? How are them columbuses! Lard | 15 |
| have mustard on them! Fatiguing, very fatiguing. Hobos horn- | 16 |
| knees and the corveeture of my spine. Poumeerme! My heaviest | 17 |
| crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed as hard as the thinkamuddles | 18 |
| of the Greeks and a board as bare as a Roman altar. I'm off | 19 |
| rabbited kitchens and relief porridgers. No later than a very few | 20 |
| fortnichts since I was meeting on the Thinker's Dam with a pair | 21 |
| of men out of glasshouse whom I shuffled hands with named | 22 |
MacBlacks I think their names is MacBlakes from the Headfire | 23 |
Clump and they were improving me and making me beliek no | 24 |
| five hour factory life with insufficient emollient and industrial | 25 |
| disabled for them that day o'gratises. I have the highest grati- | 26 |
| fication by anuncing how I have it from whowho but Hagios | 27 |
| Colleenkiller's prophecies. After suns and moons, dews and | 28 |
| wettings, thunders and fires, comes sabotag. Solvitur palum- | 29 |
| ballando! Tilvido! Adie! | 30 |
Then, we explained, salve a tour, ambly andy, you possibly | 31 |
| might be so by order? | 32 |
Forgive me, Shaun repeated from his liquid lipes, not what | 33 |
| I wants to do a strike of work but it was condemned on me pre- | 34 |
| mitially by Hireark Books and Chiefoverseer Cooks in their | 35 |
| Eusebian Concordant Homilies and there does be a power com- | 36 |