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froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich-
indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of
slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil-
lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered
women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller-
day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty ang-
glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute.
Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea-
ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.
Jute - Yutah!
Mutt - Mukk's pleasurad.
Jute - Are you jeff?
Mutt - Somehards.
Jute - But you are not jeffmute?
Mutt - Noho. Only an utterer.
Jute - Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?
Mutt - I became a stun a stummer.
Jute - What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How,
Mutt?
Mutt - Aput the buttle, surd.
Jute - Whose poddle? Wherein?
Mutt - The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.
Jute - You that side your voise are almost inedible to me.
Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were
you.
Mutt - Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru
Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I
rimimirim !
Jute - One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all
your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here
have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good
for you.
Mutt - Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel-
lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy
faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy!
He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here
