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       <STRIKE>    </STRIKE> Concaving now convexly to the semidemihemispheres and,  
 
       <STRIKE>    </STRIKE> Concaving now convexly to the semidemihemispheres and,  
 
  from the female angle, music minnestirring, were the subligate
 
  from the female angle, music minnestirring, were the subligate
  sisters, P. and Q., Clopatrick's cherierapest, <I>mutatis mutandis</I>,
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  sisters, P. and Q., [[Clopatrick]]'s [[cherierapest]], <I>mutatis mutandis</I>,
  in pretty much the same pickle, the peach of all piedom, the
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  in pretty much the same pickle, the [[peach of all piedom]], the
  quest of all quicks?
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  [[quest of all quicks]]?
       <STRIKE>    </STRIKE> Peequeen ourselves, the prettiest pickles of unmatchemable  
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       <STRIKE>    </STRIKE> [[Peequeen]] ourselves, the prettiest pickles of unmatchemable  
 
  mute antes I ever bopeeped at, seesaw shallshee since the town go
 
  mute antes I ever bopeeped at, seesaw shallshee since the town go
 
  went gonning on Pranksome Quaine.
 
  went gonning on Pranksome Quaine.

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and the Arch after his teeth were shaken out of their suckets by the
wrang dog, for having 5 pints 73 of none Eryen blood in him abaft
the seam level, the scatterling, wearing his cowbeamer and false
clothes of a brewer's grains pattern with back buckons with his
motto on, Yule Remember, ostensibly for that occasion only of the
twelfth day Pax and Quantum wedding, I'm wondering.
          I bet you are. Well, he was wandering, you bet, whatever 
was his matter, in his mind too, give him his due, for I am sorry
to have to tell you, hullo and evoe, they were coming down from
off him.
          How culious an epiphany! 
          Hodie casus esobhrakonton? 
          It looked very like it. 
          Needer knows necess and neither garments. Man is minded 
of the Meagher, wat? Wooly? Walty?
          Ay, another good button gone wrong. 
          Blondman's blaff! Like a skib leaked lintel the arbour 
leidend with . . .?
          Pamelas, peggylees, pollywollies, questuants, quai 
aquilties, quickamerries.
          Concaving now convexly to the semidemihemispheres and, 
from the female angle, music minnestirring, were the subligate
sisters, P. and Q., Clopatrick's cherierapest, mutatis mutandis,
in pretty much the same pickle, the peach of all piedom, the
quest of all quicks?
          Peequeen ourselves, the prettiest pickles of unmatchemable 
mute antes I ever bopeeped at, seesaw shallshee since the town go
went gonning on Pranksome Quaine.
          Silks apeel and sulks alusty? 
          Boy and giddle, gape and bore. 
          I hear these two goddesses are liable to sue him? 
          Well, I hope the two Collinses don't leg a bail to shoot him. 
          Both were white in black arpists at cloever spilling, knickt? 
          Gels bach, I, languised, liszted. Etoudies for the right hand. 
          Were they now? And were they watching you as watcher 
as well?