Such was the act of goth |v3stopping steppingv3| the tolk of Doolin, drain and plantage, wattle and daub, with you'll peel |v3while asv3| I'll |v3pile palev3| and we'll pull the |v3both boathv3| toground togutter, testies touchwood and |v3Shenstone shenstonev3| (incooperated) unto pop and puma, calf and condor, under all the gaauspices, the chal and his chi, their roammerin over, gribgrobgrab reining trippetytrappety (so |v3far forev3| shalt thou flow, else thy cavern hair!) towhom she (anit likenand |v3pleaseme pleasetheev3|!). Till sealump becalmedump to |v3slump bumpslumpv3| a lifflebed (|v3Altolà altolàv3|, |v3allamarsh allamarschv3|! O gué, O |v3gué gué!v3|). |v3All the weight of that mons on his little ribeunuch!v3| Kaemper Daemper to Jitty de |v3Waarfft Waarftv3|, |v3all the weight of that mons on his little ribbeunuch! him Himv3| that |v3grand grondev3| old |v3man mandv3| to be that haard of hearing (afore said) and her the petty tondur with the fix in her changeable eye (which see). Me lord, me lad, he goes with blowbierd. Leedy, |v3pleaseous dreem plasheous streamv3|. But before |v3thatv3| his loudship was converted to a landshop |v3Then therev3| was a little theogamyjig |v3incident incidencev3| that |v3hoppy go lumpy hoppy go jumpyv3| Junuary morn, when he colluded with |v3blank the cad out on the begºv3| amudst the fionnaregal gaames of those oathmassed fenians for whome |v3he he's caused forcecausedv3| a bridge of the piers, at |v3Inverliffy Inverleffy, (matingpontine mating pontinev3| of |v3the engagement) their engagement,v3| synnbildising graters and things |v3eke ysendt?v3| O |v3nilly nilly,v3| not all, here's the first cataraction! As if |v3even everv3| she cared an assuan |v3damn! dammv3| about her harpoons sticking all out of him |3whet3| between |v3the phenian the phoenix his calipersv3| and |v3his thatv3| psourdonome |v3sheathv3|. Sdrats ye, Gus Paudheen! Kenny's |v3Methaw to thoughtv3| ye, Dinny |v3Oozle. Oozle!v3| While the cit was leaking asphalt like a |v3suburbiaurealis. In suburbiaurealis inv3| his rure was tucking to him like old booths, booths, booths, booths.
|v3An interruption An enterruptionv3|.
|v3But Why, What whatv3| sezame open, the doer |v3is is itv3| doing? The door is being. |v3How But howv3| the thingajarry miens but this being becoming in the doer? |v3But it was It isv3| not |v3him, that him whatv3| foots like a glove, the |v3shoehandshiner shoehandschinerºv3|. Sooftly, anni slavey, sezushe is |v3Sloowjanka slowjaneskav3|.
The |v3aged, crafty, numifeed, aged crafty nummifeed confusionary, overinsured, confusionary overinsuredv3| everlapsing
accentuated Kate clopped, clopped, clopped back and along the danzing |v3corridoor corridor,v3|
not without her complement of |v3men men,v3| between the two deathdealing allied divisions and the lines of readypresent fire of the corkedagains' upstored, taken in giving the |v3saloot saloot,v3| band your hands going in, bind your heads coming |v3out out,v3| and remoltked to herselp in her serf's |v3alowm alownv3|, the patter of so familiars, as she shure sknows. New uses in their mewseyfume. The jammesons is a |v3cooking cook inv3| his hair. And the juinnesses is a rapin his hind. And the |v3Bullingtom Bullingdongv3| caught the wind up. Dip.
And (lead us not into reformication with the poors in your thingdom of |v3gory! Omoan! gory, O moan!v3|) the message she |v3brought below braught belawv3| from the missus she bragged |v3above abouvev3| that had her agony stays outsize her |3sari3| chemise, |v3&v3| blancking her shifts |v3forv3| to keep |v3in upv3| the fascion |3since |shthe king of all dronnings kissed her beeswixedº handºsh| (pierce me, hunky, I'm full of meunders!)3|, her |v3face fizev3| like a |v3tub tubtailv3| of |v3Monday mondayne clothes clothes,ºv3| fed to the chaps with working medicals, and her birthright pang that would split an atam like the forty pins in her hood, was to fader |v3uncler blank huncher a howdydowdy, tov3| mountainy mots |v3a howdydowdyv3| in |v3annest her amnestv3| plein language, from |v3his fain a wan,v3| his hot |v3& andv3| tot lass to |v3pince piercev3| his ropeloop |v3ears ear, was howv3|, now the sowns of his |v3loin loinsv3| were awinking |v3& andv3| waking and |v3the hisv3| dorter of the hush lillabilla lullaby, once after males, nonce at a time, with them Murphy's puffs she dursted with |v3gnokmeggs gnockmeggsv3|, obayre Mottom Beettom and epsut the |v3fpot pfotv3|, and if he was |v3whistful for whisthfulv3| to licture her caudal or a parrotsprate's cure for ensevelised lethurgies, |v3spick is spick'sv3| my spoon and the veriblest spoon, |v3and speaks my respecks to my unread pimeleonv3| 'twas her hour for the chamber's ensallycopodium with love |v3from Aunt Lyons for Xmas unread from blankv3| and she was a wanton for De Marera to take her genial glow to bed.
— This is time for my buttle, reflected Mr “Gladstone Browne” in the toll hut (it was |v3characteristic of the choractoristic from thatv3| “man of |v3delgany” Delgany”v3|). Dip.
— This is me vulcanite smoking, profused Mr “Bonaparte Nolan” under the natecup (one feels how one may hereby reekignites the |v3“grand “groundv3| old |v3mahonagy” mahonagyan”v3|). Dip.
— And this is defender of defeater of defaulter of deformer of the funst man in Danelagh, willingtoned in with this glance |v3dowen dowonv3| his browen and that born appalled noodlum the |v3panelite panellitev3| pair's cummal delimitator, odding: Oliver White, he's as tiff as shee's tight. And thisens his speak quite hoarse. Dip.
|v3⇒ , in Inv3| reverence to her midgetsy the lady of the
|v3comeallyes comeallyousv3| as madgestoo our own one's goff stature.
O rum it is the chomicalest thing how it pickles up the punchey and the jude. |3If you'll gimmy your thing to me I will gamey a sing to thee. |shStay where you're dummy! To get her to go ther.sh|3| He banged the scoop and she bagged the sugar while the whole pub's pobbel done a stare. On the |v3mezzatint mizzatintv3| wall. With its chromo for all. |v3Crimcrims crimcrims. Crimmº crimms.v3| Showing |v3holdmenags osses holdmenag's assesv3| sat by Allmeneck's men, canins to ride with em, canins that lept at em, woollied and flundered.
|v3⇒v3| So the katey's came and the katey's game. And that henchwench what hopped it dunneth |v3thereaft thereuftv3| the. Duras.
(+3⇒+)3| Yes, we've conned thon print in its gloss so gay how it came from |v3Findlater's
Finndlater'sv3| Yule to the day and it's Hey Tallaght Hoe on the |v3King's king'sv3| highway with his hounds on
the home at a turning. To Donnicoombe Fairing. |v3Millikens Millikin'sv3| Pass. When visiting at Izd-la-Chapelle taste the life of the
|v3water watersv3| from |v3thev3|
It |v3trumps tellyhowsv3| its |v3oldv3| story to their six of |v3hearts the 12-eyed man. hearts, a twelve-eyed man,º Has the for whom hasv3| modjestky who |v3has since since isv3| dyed |v3hasv3| drown reign before the |v3izba, izba.v3|
As stage to set by ritual rote for the grimm |v3grimmv3| tale |v3ofv3| the four |v3ofv3| hyacinths, the |v3deef old deafeeledv3| carp and the |v3buglers' bugler'sv3| dozen of |v3leagues-in-armour leagues-in-amourv3| or how Holispolis went to Parkland with mabby and sammy and sonny and sissy and mop's varlet de shambles and all to find the right place for it by peep |v3a |aof o'a|v3| skirt or pipe |v3a |aof aa|v3| skirl when the |v3hunt hundtv3| called a check |v3upon onv3| the |v3grand chivvychace of the groundv3| sloper |v3and atv3| that lightning lovemaker's thender apeal till, between wandering weather and |v3stable wind, Ballyclover Ballycleverv3| burgherly |v3shutth shut the rush thev3| rush in general. |v3(Maori warcry here) (Maori)v3|
Paud the roosky, weren't they all of them then each in |v3a hisv3| different way of saying
|v3at calling onv3| the one in the same time |v3hirebinian hibernian
knight knights underthanerv3| that was having |v3holf
halfv3| for the |v3love laugh inv3| of the bliss it sint barbaras another
doesend end once tale of a tublin wished on to him. It was before when Aimée stood for Arthurduke for the figger in profane and fell from grace so madlley for Phil the fluter fellows. (They were saying.) And it was the lang |v3is
inv3| the shirt in the green of the wood where obelisk rises when odalisks fall, between major threft on the make and jollyjacques |v3spindhrift
spindthriftv3| on the merry. (O Mr Mathurin, they were |v3saying callingv3|, what a topheavy hat you're in! And
|v3these therev3| aramy maeud, they were saying, |v3they's
thesev3| so pioupious!)
And it was cyclums cyclorums after he made design on the corse and he |v3|shwent to masssh| |shwant tosh| |shmesssh|v3| on him (|v3introelbow enterellbov3| add all taller |v3blank Danis)v3|, back, |v3seat seaterv3| and sides and he applied (I'm amazingly |v3sorry sorracerv3|!) the wholed bould shoulderedboy's width for fullness, measures for messieurs, messer's massed (they were |v3saying saycallingv3| again and agone and all over agun, the |v3louthy louthlyv3| meathers, the |v3loudy loudlyv3| meaders, the lously measlers, six to one, bar ones)|v3.v3|
And they pled him beheighten the firing|v3. Dope.v3|
|v3⇒ Maltomeetim, all to mate tam, when a tale tarries shome shunter shove on. Fore auld they wauld to pree.
Of |v3thisv3| Mr A |v3(tillalaric)v3| and |v3this these waschv3| woman |v3dapplehued (dapplehued)v3|, fhronehflord and |v3feofees feeofeedsv3|, who had issue keen and able and a spindlesong aside, nothing |v3morev3| is told until now|v3, his awebrume hour, their her serev3| Sahara of sad oakleaves. And |v3then, then.v3| |3Be old.3| |v3the Thev3| next thing |v3is, we is. Wev3| are once |v3more a wondering amore as babes awonderingv3| in |v3the av3| wold made fresh where with the hen in |v3a storyabook the storyabootv3| we start from scratch|v3.v3|
It was of |3the The3| |v3grand |agrant Granta|,v3| old gartener, qua |v3oldv3| golden meddlist, Publius Manlius|v3, fuderal privateºv3| (his place is his poster, sure, they said, and we're going to mark |v3it it,v3| sore, they said, with a carbon caustick manner), |v3quothed bequothedºv3| the liberaloider at his petty |v3corporal corporelezzov3| that hung caughtnapping |v3on fromºv3| his baited breath, |v3it was of him, my wife and I thinks,v3| to feel to every of the younging fruits, tenderosed like an atalantic's breastswells, or, on a second wreathing, |v3blank a bright tauth bight shimmeryshaking for the welt of his plowv3|. And where the peckadillies at his |v3wristends wristsendsv3| meetings be loving so lightly dovesoiled the candidacy, |v3my wife and I think me wipin eye sinksv3|, of his softboiled bosom |v3is should be apperient apparientv3| even to|v3the illecterate our illicteratev3| of nullatenenties.
|v3⇒ Not All to which notv3| a lot snapped
|v3the blank The Nolan of the Calabashes at his whilom eweheart photognomist who by this sum taken was as much incensed by Saint Bruno as what he had consummed was his own panegoric,
the pinchbeak, and wot a lout about it if it was
only at pippip popoff a pippappoffv3| pigeon |v3shoot, shootv3| that |v3grace old gracesoldv3| getrunner, the man of |v3thev3| centuries |v3he,v3| was bowled out |v3of byv3| judge, jury |v3& andv3| umpire |v3at batman's biffv3| like a witchbefooled legate. |v3Dupe.v3|