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<<sd>>
A public plouse. Citizen soldiers.
<<sp>>
TAFF
<<sd>>
(a smart boy, of the peat freers, thirty two eleven, looking
through the roof towards a relevution of the karmalife order
privious
to his hoisting of an emergency umberolum in byway of
paraguastical
solation to the rhyttel in his hedd).
<<di>>
All was flashing and krashning
blurty moriartsky blutcherudd? What see, buttywalch? Tell
ever
so often?
<<sp>>
BUTT
<<sd>>
(mottledged youth, clergical appealance, who, as his pied
friar, is supposing to motto the sorry dejester in tifftaff
toffiness or
to be digarced from ever and a daye in his accounts).
<<di>>
But da. But
dada, mwilshsuni. Till even so aften. Sea vaast a pool!
<<sp>>
TAFF
<<sd>>
(porumptly helping himself out by the cesspull with a yellup
yurrup, puts up his furry furzed hare).
<<di>>
Butly bitly! Humme to our
mounthings. Conscribe him tillusk, unt, in his jubalant
tubalence,
the groundsapper, with his soilday site out on his moulday
side
in. The gubern . . .
