1.14a: How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly forebidden, to steal our historic presents...
She is livving in our midst of debt and laffing through all plores for us (her birth is uncontrollable)...
Gricks may rise and Troysirs fall (there being two sights for ever a picture) for in the byways...
Let young wimman run away with the story and let young min talk smooth behind the butteler's back...
Though the length of the land lies under liquidation (floote!) and there's nare a hairbrow...
And even if Humpty shell fall frumpty times as awkward again in the beardsboosoloom of all our grand...
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She is livving in our midst of debt
Livvy 'short' for Livia
Book of Common Prayer: Burial of the Dead: 'In the midst of life we are in death'
and laffing through all plores for us
laughing through her tears
French pleurs: tears
(her birth is uncontrollable!),
with a naperon made to mask
French napperon: doily
and her sabboes hikkikking arias (so sair! so solly!),
French sabots: wooden shoes, hoofs
hiccuping (hic hic)
arias = she sings opera like Molly Bloom
Danish sa sær: so odd
Sarah: mother of Isaac
Pont Sully, Paris (bridges of Paris)
if yous ask me and I saack you. Hou! Hou!
if you ask me (phrase)
German sage: (I) say, tell
hoo hoo! (hooting)
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