| Mine name's Apnorval and o'er the Grandbeyond Mountains. | 1 |
| Bravossimost ! The royal nusick their show shall shut with song- | 2 |
| slide to nature's solemn silence. Deep Dalchi Dolando! Might | 3 |
| gentle harp addurge! It will give piketurns on the tummlipplads | 4 |
| and forain dances and crosshurdles and dollmanovers and viceuv- | 5 |
| ious pyrolyphics, a snow of dawnflakes, at darkfall for Grace's | 6 |
| Mamnesty and our fancy ladies, all assombred. Some wholetime in | 7 |
| hot town tonight! You do not have heard? It stays in book | 8 |
| of that which is. I have heard anyone tell it jesterday (master | 9 |
| currier with brassard was't) how one should come on morrow | 10 |
| here but it is never here that one today. Well but remind to think, | 11 |
| you where yestoday Ys Morganas war and that it is always to- | 12 |
| morrow in toth's tother's place. Amen. | 13 |
| True! True! Vouchsafe me more soundpicture! It gives furi- | 14 |
| ously to think. Is rich Mr Pornter, a squire, not always in his such | 15 |
| strong health? I thank you for the best, he is in taken deal ex- | 16 |
| ceedingly herculeneous. One sees how he is lot stoutlier than of | 17 |
| formerly. One would say him to hold whole a litteringture of | 18 |
| kidlings under his aproham. Has handsome Sir Pournter always | 19 |
| been so long married? O yes, Lord Pournterfamilias has been | 20 |
| marryingman ever since so long time in Hurtleforth, where he | 21 |
| appeers as our oily the active, and, yes indeed, he has his mic son | 22 |
| and his two fine mac sons and a superfine mick want they mack | 23 |
| metween them. She, she, she! But on what do you again leer? I am | 24 |
| not leering, I pink you pardons. I am highly sheshe sherious. | 25 |
| Do you not must want to go somewhere on the present? | 26 |
| Yes, O pity! At earliest moment! That prickly heat feeling! For- | 27 |
| think not me spill it's at always so guey. Here we shall do a | 28 |
| far walk (O pity) anygo khaibits till the number one of sairey's | 29 |
| place. Is, is. I want you to admire her sceneries illustrationing | 30 |
| our national first rout, one ought ought one. We shall too | 31 |
| downlook on that ford where Sylvanus Sanctus washed but | 32 |
| hurdley those tips of his anointeds. Do not show ever retrorsehim, | 33 |
| crockodeyled, till that you become quite crimstone in the face! | 34 |
| Beware! guardafew! It is Stealer of the Heart! I am anxious in | 35 |
| regard you should everthrown your sillarsalt. I will dui sui, tef- | 36 |