self and take a good longing gaze into any nearby shopswindow | 1 |
you may select at suppose, let us say, the hoyth of number | 2 |
eleven, Kane or Keogh's, and in the course of about thirtytwo | 3 |
minutes' time proceed to turn aroundabout on your heehills to- | 4 |
wards the previous causeway and I shall be very cruelly mis- | 5 |
taken indeed if you will not be jushed astunshed to see how you | 6 |
will be meanwhile durn weel topcoated with kakes of slush | 7 |
occasioned by the mush jam of the cross and blackwalls traffic | 8 |
in transit. See Capels and then fly. Show me that complaint book | 9 |
here. Where's Cowtends Kateclean, the woman with the muckrake? | 10 |
When will the W.D. face of our sow muckloved d'lin, the Troia | 11 |
of towns and Carmen of cities, crawling with mendiants in per- | 12 |
forated clothing, get its wellbelavered white like l'pool and | 13 |
m'chester? When's that grandnational goldcapped dupsydurby | 14 |
houspill coming with its vomitives for our mothers-in-load and | 15 |
stretchers for their devitalised males? I am all of me for freedom | 16 |
of speed but who'll disasperaguss Pope's Avegnue or who'll | 17 |
uproose the Opian Way? Who'll brighton Brayhowth and bait | 18 |
the Bull Bailey and never despair of Lorcansby? The rampant | 19 |
royal commissioners! 'Tis an ill weed blows no poppy good. And | 20 |
this labour's worthy of my higher. Oil for meed and toil for feed | 21 |
and a walk with the band for Job Loos. If I hope not charity what | 22 |
profiteers me? Nothing! My tippers of flags are knobs of hard- | 23 |
shape for it isagrim tale, keeping the father of curls from the | 24 |
sport of oak. Do you know what, liddle giddles? One of those | 25 |
days I am advised by the smiling voteseeker who's now snoring | 26 |
elued to positively strike off hiking for good and all as I bldy | 27 |
well bdly ought until such temse as some mood is made under | 28 |
privy-sealed orders to get me an increase of automoboil and foot- | 29 |
wear for these poor discalced and a bourse from bon Somewind for | 30 |
a cure at Badanuweir (though where it's going to come from this | 31 |
time | 32 |
plexus that that's about the sanguine boundary limit. Amean. | 33 |
    Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, what | 34 |
though still high fa luting, as he turned his dorse to her to pay | 35 |
court to it, and ouverleaved his booseys to give the note and | 36 |