froriose. What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich-
indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of
slitsucked marrogbones. (Cave!) He can prapsposterus the pil-
lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered
women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You toller-
day donsk? N. You tolkatiff scowegian? Nn. You spigotty an-
glease? Nnn. You phonio saxo? Nnnn. Clear all so! 'Tis a Jute.
Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea-
ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks.
Jute. Yutah!
Mutt. Mukk's pleasurad.
Jute. Are you jeff?
Mutt. Somehards.
Jute. But you are not jeffmute?
Mutt. Noho. Only an utterer.
Jute. Whoa? Whoat is the mutter with you?
Mutt. I became a stun a stummer.
Jute. What a hauhauhauhaudibble thing, to be cause! How,
Mutt?
Mutt. Aput the buttle, surd.
Jute. Whose poddle? Wherein?
Mutt. The Inns of Dungtarf where Used awe to be he.
Jute. You that side your voise are almost inedible to me.
Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were
you.
Mutt. Has? Has at? Hasatency? Urp, Boohooru! Booru
Usurp! I trumple from rath in mine mines when I
rimimirim!
Jute. One eyegonblack. Bisons is bisons. Let me fore all
your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here
have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good
for you.
Mutt. Louee, louee! How wooden I not know it, the intel-
lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy
faulty rices for one dabblin bar. Old grilsy growlsy!
He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here
“They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin.”
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