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Magraw for the Northwhiggern cupteam was wedding beastman, | 2 |
papers before us carry. You saw him hurriedly, or did you if | 3 |
thatseme's not irrelevant? With Slater's hammer perhaps? Or he | 4 |
was in serge? | 5 |
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wrong but I heard the irreverend Mr Magraw, in search of a | 7 |
stammer, kuckkuck kicking the bedding out of the old sexton, | 8 |
red-Fox Good-man around the sacristy, till they were bullbeadle | 9 |
black and bufeteer blue, while I and Flood and the other men, | 10 |
jazzlike brollies and sesuos, was gickling his missus to gackles in | 11 |
the hall, the divileen, (she's a lamp in her throth) with her | 12 |
cygncygn leckle and her twelve pound lach. | 13 |
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she laylylaw was all their rage. But you did establish personal | 15 |
contact? In epexegesis or on a point of order? | 16 |
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tonsions. I am resting on a pigs of cheesus but I've a big | 18 |
suggestion it was about the pint of porter. | 19 |
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as only that childbearer might blogas well sidesplit? Where | 21 |
letties hereditate a dark mien swart hairy? | 22 |
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you say, or the tweendecks? | 25 |
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hubbishobbis, Massa's star stellar? | 28 |
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ingdraws, a budge of klees on her schalter, a siderbrass sehdass | 30 |
on her anulas findring and forty crocelips in her curlingthongues. | 31 |
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ruck that noised the rape that tried the sap that hugged the mort? | 33 |
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