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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 . . .
