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water, perpetually chaste, so that, well understanding, she should
fill to midheight his tubbathaltar, which hanbathtub, most blessed
Kevin, ninthly enthroned, in the concentric centre of the
translated water, whereamid, when violet vesper vailed, Saint Kevin,
Hydrophilos, having girded his sable cappa magna as high as to
his cherubical loins, at solemn compline sat in his sate of
wisdom, that handbathtub, whereverafter, recreated doctor insularis
of the universal church, keeper of the door of meditation, memory
extempore proposing and intellect formally considering, recluse,
he meditated continuously with seraphic ardour the primal
sacrament of baptism or the regeneration of all man by affusion of
water. Yee.
Bisships, bevel to rock's rite ! Sarver buoy, extinguish !
Nuotabene. The rare view from the three Benns under the bald heaven
is on the other end, askan your blixom on dimmen and blastun,
something to right hume about. They were erected in a purvious
century, as a hen fine coops and, if you know your Bristol and
have trudged the trolly ways and elventurns of that old cobbold
city, you will sortofficially scribble a mental Peny-Knox-Gore.
Whether they were franklings by name also has not been fully
probed. Their design is a whosold word and the charming
details of light in dark are freshed from the feminiairity which
breathes content. O ferax cupla! Ah, fairypair! The first exploder
to make his ablations in these parks was indeed that lucky mortal
which the monster trial showed on its first day out. What will
not arky paper, anticidingly inked with penmark, push, per sample
prof, kuvertly falted, when style, stink and stigmataphoron are
of one sum in the same person? He comes out of the soil very
well after all just where Old Toffler is to come shuffling
alongsoons Panniquanne starts showing of her peequuliar talonts.
Awaywrong wandler surking to a rightrare rute for his plain
utterrock sukes, appelled to by her fancy claddaghs. You plied
that pokar, gamesy, swell as aye did, while there were flickars
to the flores. He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there
is always something racey about, say, a sailor on a horse. As soon
as we sale him geen we gates a sprise! He brings up tofatufa and

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