| and the Arch after his teeth were shaken out of their suckets by the | 1 |
| wrang dog, for having 5 pints 73 of none Eryen blood in him abaft | 2 |
| the seam level, the scatterling, wearing his cowbeamer and false | 3 |
| clothes of a brewer's grains pattern with back buckons with his | 4 |
| motto on, Yule Remember, ostensibly for that occasion only of the | 5 |
| twelfth day Pax and Quantum wedding, I'm wondering. | 6 |
I bet you are. Well, he was wandering, you bet, whatever | 7 |
| was his matter, in his mind too, give him his due, for I am sorry | 8 |
| to have to tell you, hullo and evoe, they were coming down from | 9 |
| off him. | 10 |
How culious an epiphany! | 11 |
Hodie casus esobhrakonton? | 12 |
It looked very like it. | 13 |
Needer knows necess and neither garments. Man is minded | 14 |
| of the Meagher, wat? Wooly? Walty? | 15 |
Ay, another good button gone wrong. | 16 |
Blondman's blaff! Like a skib leaked lintel the arbour | 17 |
| leidend with . . .? | 18 |
Pamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants, quai | 19 |
| aquilties, quickamerries. | 20 |
Concaving now convexly to the semidemihemispheres and, | 21 |
| from the female angle, music minnestirring, were the subligate | 22 |
| sisters, P. and Q., Clopatrick's cherierapest, mutatis mutandis, | 23 |
| in pretty much the same pickle, the peach of all piedom, the | 24 |
| quest of all quicks? | 25 |
Peequeen ourselves, the prettiest pickles of unmatchemable | 26 |
| mute antes I ever bopeeped at, seesaw shallshee since the town go | 27 |
| went gonning on Pranksome Quaine. | 28 |
Silks apeel and sulks alusty? | 29 |
Boy and giddle, gape and bore. | 30 |
I hear these two goddesses are liable to sue him? | 31 |
Well, I hope the two Collinses don't leg a bail to shoot him. | 32 |
Both were white in black arpists at cloever spilling, knickt? | 33 |
Gels bach, I, languised, liszted. Etoudies for the right hand. | 34 |
Were they now? And were they watching you as watcher | 35 |
| as well? | 36 |