-- I  like to be Simon Moonan and tusker Cecil t I dont believe t up for twice nine.

    -- No, no, said At it on tal spot. ells rubbed himself and said in a crying voice:

    -- Please, sir, let me off!

    Aturned up t, saying:

    It cant be helped;

    It must be done.

    So doh your breeches

    And out h your bum.

    t  t ttle afraid. In t grey air  bats from  o  if you  made a sound too but not like t. t  kinds of sounds. A long tling sound and   pain like. It made o t and cold: and oo. But o laug in it? It made  t  like a s dorousers. It o let ter or t it t way?

    Ato s Mr Gleeson e s and fattise ed. Peroo like Lady Boyle. But terribly long and pointed nails. So long and cruel te fattis cruel but gentle. And trembled  to tling sound of t at t  pleasure inside o te fattisrong and gentle. And  of  Mr Gleeson  flog Corrigan  because it  of  to. But t  why

    A voice from far out on the playground cried:

    -- All in!

    And other voices cried:

    -- All in! All in!

    During ting lesson  ening to t to and fro making little signs in red pencil and sometimes sitting beside to so ried to spell out t it   of t prudence is like a s. But tters  igaring out of t eye t  tal.

    But Mr  and never got into a ers got into dreadful   tar  of ty and t it  olen a monstrance to run a some errible sin, to go in tly at nigo open teal to ar in t benediction  bot part by  God  in it of course . But still it range and a great si