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  occasion of the happy escape, for a crowning of pot valiance,
 
  occasion of the happy escape, for a crowning of pot valiance,
  this regional platter, benjamin of [[bouillis]], with a spolish olive to
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  this regional platter, [[benjamin]] of [[bouillis]], with a spolish olive to
 
  middlepoint its zaynith, was marrying itself ([[porkograso]]!) ere-
 
  middlepoint its zaynith, was marrying itself ([[porkograso]]!) ere-
  busqued very deluxiously with a bottle of Phenice-Bruerie '98,
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  [[busqued]] very [[deluxiously]] with a bottle of Phenice-Bruerie '98,
 
  followed for second nuptials by a [[Piessporter]], Grand Cur, of
 
  followed for second nuptials by a [[Piessporter]], Grand Cur, of
 
  both of which cherished tablelights (though humble the bounquet
 
  both of which cherished tablelights (though humble the bounquet
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  ranzia!) but, [[slipping the clav in her claw]], broke of the matter
 
  ranzia!) but, [[slipping the clav in her claw]], broke of the matter
 
  among a hundred and eleven others in her usual curtsey (how
 
  among a hundred and eleven others in her usual curtsey (how
  faint these first vhespers womanly are, a secret pispigliando, amad
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  faint these first [[vhespers]] womanly are, a secret pispigliando, amad
 
  the [[lavurdy]] den of their manfolker!) the next night nudge one
 
  the [[lavurdy]] den of their manfolker!) the next night nudge one
  as was Hegesippus over a hup a ' chee, her eys dry and small and
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  as was [[Hegesippus]] over a hup a ' chee, her eys dry and small and
  speech thicklish because he appeared a funny colour like he
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  speech [[thicklish]] because he appeared a funny colour like he
 
  couldn't stood they old hens no longer, to her particular reverend,
 
  couldn't stood they old hens no longer, to her particular reverend,
 
  the director, whom she had been meaning in her mind primarily
 
  the director, whom she had been meaning in her mind primarily
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  their Irish stew would go no further than his jesuit's cloth, yet
 
  their Irish stew would go no further than his jesuit's cloth, yet
 
  (in vinars venitas! volatiles valetotum!) it was this overspoiled
 
  (in vinars venitas! volatiles valetotum!) it was this overspoiled
  priest Mr Browne, disguised as a vincentian, who, when seized
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  priest Mr Browne, disguised as a [[vincentian]], who, when seized
 
  of the facts, was overheard, in his secondary personality as a
 
  of the facts, was overheard, in his secondary personality as a
 
  Nolan and underreared, poul soul, by accident -- if, that is, the
 
  Nolan and underreared, poul soul, by accident -- if, that is, the

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occasion of the happy escape, for a crowning of pot valiance,
this regional platter, benjamin of bouillis, with a spolish olive to
middlepoint its zaynith, was marrying itself (porkograso!) ere-
busqued very deluxiously with a bottle of Phenice-Bruerie '98,
followed for second nuptials by a Piessporter, Grand Cur, of
both of which cherished tablelights (though humble the bounquet
'tis a leaman's farewell) he obdurately sniffed the cobwebcrusted
corks.
    Our cad's bit of strife (knee Bareniece Maxwelton) with a quick 
ear for spittoons (as the aftertale hath it) glaned up as usual with
dumbestic husbandry (no persicks and armelians for thee, Pome-
ranzia!) but, slipping the clav in her claw, broke of the matter
among a hundred and eleven others in her usual curtsey (how
faint these first vhespers womanly are, a secret pispigliando, amad
the lavurdy den of their manfolker!) the next night nudge one
as was Hegesippus over a hup a ' chee, her eys dry and small and
speech thicklish because he appeared a funny colour like he
couldn't stood they old hens no longer, to her particular reverend,
the director, whom she had been meaning in her mind primarily
to speak with (hosch, intra! jist a timblespoon!) trusting, between
cuppled lips and annie lawrie promises (mighshe never have
Esnekerry pudden come Hunanov for her pecklapitschens!) that
the gossiple so delivered in his epistolear, buried teatoastally in
their Irish stew would go no further than his jesuit's cloth, yet
(in vinars venitas! volatiles valetotum!) it was this overspoiled
priest Mr Browne, disguised as a vincentian, who, when seized
of the facts, was overheard, in his secondary personality as a
Nolan and underreared, poul soul, by accident -- if, that is, the
incident it was an accident for here the ruah of Ecclectiastes
of Hippo outpuffs the writress of Havvah-ban-Annah -- to
pianissime a slightly varied version of Crookedribs confidentials,
(what Mere Aloyse said but for Jesuphine's sake !) hands between
hahands, in fealty sworn (my bravor best! my fraur!) and, to the
strains of The Secret of Her Birth, hushly pierce the rubiend
aurellum of one Philly Thurnston, a layteacher of rural science
and orthophonethics of a nearstout figure and about the middle