-- It is a confoundyous injective so to say, Shaun the fiery boy
shouted, naturally incensed, as he shook the red pepper out of his
auricles. And another time please confine your glaring intinuations to
some other mordant body. What on the physiog of this furnaced planet
would I be doing besides your verjuice? That is more than I can fix,
for the teom bihan, anyway. So let I and you now kindly drop that,
angryman! That's not French pastry. You can take it from me.

Understand me when I tell you (and I will ask you not to whisple, cry
golden or quoth mecback) that under the past purcell's office, so
deeply deplored by my erstwhile elder friend, Miss Enders,
poachmistress and gay re-ceiver ever for in particular to the Scotic
Poor Men's Thousand Gallon Cow Society (I was thinking of her in
sthore) allbethey blessed with twentytwo thousand sorters out of a
biggest poss of twentytwo thousand, mine's won, too much privet
stationery and safty quipu was ate up larchly by those nettlesome
goats out of pension greed. Colpa di Becco, buon apartita! Proceding,
I will say it is also one of my avowal's intentions, at some time
pease Pod pluse murthers of gout (when I am not prepared to say) so
apt as my pen is upt to scratch, to compound quite the makings of a
verdigrease savingsbook in the form of a pair of capri sheep boxing
gloves surrounding this matter of the Welsfusel mascoteers and their
sindybuck that saved a city for my publickers, Nolaner and Browno,
Nickil Hopstout, Christcross, so long as, thanks to force of destiny,
my selary as a paykelt is propaired, and there is a peg under me and
there is a tum till me.

To the Very Honourable The Memory of Disgrace, the Most Noble,
Sometime Sweepyard at the Service of the Writer. Salu-tem dicint. The
just defunct Mrs Sanders who (the Loyd insure her!) I was shift and
shuft too, with her shester Mrs Shunders, both mudical dauctors from
highschoolhorse and aslyke as Easther's leggs. She was the niceliest
person of a wellteached non-party woman that I ever acquired her
letters, only too fat, used to babies and tottydean verbish this is
her entertermentdags for she shuk the bottle and tuk the medascene all
times a day. She was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes
of the poetics, me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the
moon also was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski.

P.L.M Mevrouw von Andersen was her whogave me a muttonbrooch, stakkers
for her begfirst party. Honour thy farmer and my lit-ters. This, my
tears, is my last will intesticle wrote off in the strutforit about
their absent female assauciations which I, or per-haps any other
person what squaton a toffette, have the honour to had upon their
polite sophykussens in the real presence of de-vouted Mrs Grumby when
her skin was exposed to the air. O what must the grief of my mund be
for two little ptpt coolies worth twenty thousand quad herewitdnessed
with both's maddlemass wishes to Pepette for next match from their
dearly beloved Roggers, M.D.D. O.D. May doubling drop of drooght!
Writing.

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Brian Hughes
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