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- Lynch! Hey? Sign on long o me. Denzille lane this way. Change here for
- Bawdyhouse. We two, she said, will seek the kips where shady Mary is.
- Righto, any old time. Laetabuntur in cubilibus suis. You coming long?
- Whisper, who the sooty hell's the johnny in the black duds? Hush! Sinned
- against the light and even now that day is at hand when he shall come to
- judge the world by fire. Pflaap! Ut implerentur scripturae. Strike up a
- ballad. Then outspake medical Dick to his comrade medical Davy. Christicle,
- who's this excrement yellow gospeller on the Merrion hall? Elijah is coming
- washed in the Blood of the Lamb. Come on, you winefizzling ginsizzling
- booseguzzling existences! Come on, you dog-gone, bullnecked, bettlebrowed,
- hogjowled, peanutbrained, weaseleyed fourflushers, false alarms and excess
- baggage! Come on, you triple extract of infamy! Alexander J. Christ Dowie,
- that's yanked to glory most half this planet from 'Frisco Beach to
- Vladivostok. The Deity ain't no nickel dime bumshow. I put it to you that
- he's on the square and a corking fine business proposition. He's the grandest
- thing yet and don't you forget it. Shout salvation in king Jesus. You'll
- need to rise precious early, you sinner there, if you want to diddle the
- Almighty God. Pflaaaap! Not half. He's got a coughmixture with a punch in
- it for you, my friend, in his backpocket. Just you try it on.
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