beads went bobbing till she rounded up lost histereve with a
|marigold and a cobbler's candle in a side strain of a main
|of a manzinahurries off Bachelor's Walk. But all that's left to
|last of the Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and
|is one kneebuckle and two hooks in the front. Do you tell me.
|that now? I do in troth. Orara por Orbe and poor Las Animas!
|Ussa, Ulla, we're umbas all! Mezha, didn't you hear it a deluge
|times, ufer and ufer, respund to spond? You deed, you deed! I
|need, I need! It's that irrawaddyng I've stoke in my aars. It
|but husheth the lethest zswound. Oronoko ! What's your trouble?
|Is that the great Finnleader himself in his joakimono on his
|riding the high horse there forehengist? Father of Otters, it
|himself! Yonne there! Isset that? On Fallareen Common? You're
|thinking of Astley's Amphitheayter where the bobby restrained
|you making sugarstuck pouts to the ghostwhite horse of the
|Peppers. Throw the cobwebs from your eyes, woman, and spread
|your washing proper! It's well I know your sort of slop. Flap!
|Ireland sober is Ireland stiff Lord help you, Maria, full of
|the load is with me! Your prayers. I sonht zo! Madammangut!
|Were you lifting your elbow, tell us, glazy cheeks, in Conway's
|Carrigacurra canteen? Was I what, hobbledyhips? Flop! Your
|rere gait's creakorheuman bitts your butts disagrees. Amn't I
|up since the damp dawn, marthared mary allacook, with Corri-
|gan's pulse and varicoarse veins, my pramaxle smashed, Alice
|Jane in decline and my oneeyed mongrel twice run over, soaking
|and bleaching boiler rags, and sweating cold, a widow like me,
|for to deck my tennis champion son, the laundryman with the
|lavandier flannels? You won your limpopo limp fron the husky
|hussars when Collars and Cuffs was heir to the town and your
|slur gave the stink to Carlow. Holy Scamander, I sar it again!
|Near the golden falls. Icis on us! Seints of light! Zezere!
|your noise, you hamble creature! What is it but a blackburry
|growth or the dwyergray ass them four old codgers owns. Are
|you meanam Tarpey and Lyons and Gregory? I meyne now,
|thank all, the four of them, and the roar of them, that draves
|that stray in the mist and old Johnny MacDougal along with