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  and sheepskeer they damnty well know. Papaist! Gambanman!
 
  and sheepskeer they damnty well know. Papaist! Gambanman!
 
  Take the cawraidd's blow! Yia! Your partridge's last!
 
  Take the cawraidd's blow! Yia! Your partridge's last!
     BUTT (<i>giving his scimmianised twinge in acknuckledownedgment
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     BUTT (<i>giving his [[scimmianised twinge]] in acknuckledownedgment
 
  of this cumulikick, strafe from the firetrench, studenly drobs led, sa-
 
  of this cumulikick, strafe from the firetrench, studenly drobs led, sa-
 
  toniseels ouchyotchy, he changecors induniforms as he is lefting the
 
  toniseels ouchyotchy, he changecors induniforms as he is lefting the
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  with his nitshnykopfgoknob and attempting like a brandylogged
 
  with his nitshnykopfgoknob and attempting like a brandylogged
 
  rudeman cathargic, lugging up and laiding down his livepelts
 
  rudeman cathargic, lugging up and laiding down his livepelts
  so cruschinly like Mebbuck at Messar and expousing his old
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  so cruschinly like Mebbuck at Messar and [[expousing]] his old
  skinful self tailtottom by manurevring in open ordure to renew-
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  [[skinful self tailtottom by manurevring in open ordure]] to renew-
 
  murature with the cowruads in their airish pleasantry I thanked
 
  murature with the cowruads in their airish pleasantry I thanked
 
  he was recovering breadth from some herdsquatters beyond the
 
  he was recovering breadth from some herdsquatters beyond the
  carcasses and I couldn't erver nerver to tell a liard story not of I
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  [[carcasses]] and I couldn't [[erver]] nerver [[to tell a liard story]] not of I
  knew the prize if from lead or alimoney. But when I got inoccu-
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  knew the prize if from [[lead]] or [[alimoney]]. But when I got [[inoccu]]-
  pation of a full new of his old basemiddelism, in ackshan, pagne
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  pation of a full new of his old [[basemiddelism]], in ackshan, pagne
  pogne, by the veereyed lights of the stormtrooping clouds and
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  pogne, by the [[veereyed lights]] of the [[stormtrooping clouds]] and
 
  in the sheenflare of the battleaxes of the heroim and mid the
 
  in the sheenflare of the battleaxes of the heroim and mid the
  shieldfails awail of the bitteraccents of the sorafim and caught the
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  shieldfails awail of the bitteraccents of the [[sorafim]] and caught the
 
  pfierce tsmell of his aurals, orankastank, a suphead setrapped,
 
  pfierce tsmell of his aurals, orankastank, a suphead setrapped,
 
  like Peder the Greste, altipaltar, my bill it forsooks allegiance
 
  like Peder the Greste, altipaltar, my bill it forsooks allegiance

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   TAFF (though the unglucksarsoon is giming for to git him, jotning
in, hoghly ligious, hapagodlap, like a soldierry sap, with a pique at
his cue and a tyr in his eye and a bond of his back and a croak in his
cry as did jolly well harm lean o'er him) Is not athug who would.
Weepon, weeponder, song of sorrowmon! Which goatheye
and sheepskeer they damnty well know. Papaist! Gambanman!
Take the cawraidd's blow! Yia! Your partridge's last!	
   BUTT (giving his scimmianised twinge in acknuckledownedgment
of this cumulikick, strafe from the firetrench, studenly drobs led, sa-
toniseels ouchyotchy, he changecors induniforms as he is lefting the
gat out of the big: his face glows green, his hair greys white, his
bleyes bcome broon to suite his cultic twalette). But when I seeing
him in his oneship fetch along within hail that tourrible tall
with his nitshnykopfgoknob and attempting like a brandylogged
rudeman cathargic, lugging up and laiding down his livepelts
so cruschinly like Mebbuck at Messar and expousing his old
skinful self tailtottom by manurevring in open ordure to renew-
murature with the cowruads in their airish pleasantry I thanked
he was recovering breadth from some herdsquatters beyond the
carcasses and I couldn't erver nerver to tell a liard story not of I
knew the prize if from lead or alimoney. But when I got inoccu-
pation of a full new of his old basemiddelism, in ackshan, pagne
pogne, by the veereyed lights of the stormtrooping clouds and
in the sheenflare of the battleaxes of the heroim and mid the
shieldfails awail of the bitteraccents of the sorafim and caught the
pfierce tsmell of his aurals, orankastank, a suphead setrapped,
like Peder the Greste, altipaltar, my bill it forsooks allegiance
(gut bull it!) and, no lie is this, I was babbeing and yetaghain
bubbering, bibbelboy, me marrues me shkewers me gnaas me
fiet, tob tob tob beat it, solongopatom..Clummensy if ever mis-
used, must used you's now! But, meac Coolp, Arram of Eirze-
rum, as I love our Deer Dirouchy, I confesses withould pride-
jealice when I looked upon the Saur of all the Haurousians with
the weight of his arge fullin upon him from the travaillings of
his tommuck and rueckenased the fates of a bosser there was fear
on me the sons of Nuad for him and it was heavy he was for me