I know what I want to do. I want to repeat all well.
        By luck.
        I pleased.
        How could they.
        I want to repeat or all well.
        By good luck I married her.
        I want to repeat is. I want to repeat is all. I want to repeat or is all. I want to repeat 
is all or is.
        This is wrong.
        It was genuinely tearful.
        I wonder if I can do it.
        He then said intending to spare that piece. Was it in order. It is difficult to 
telephone. We were accused of that. Not by them. I mean to be awful. Applause. We saw 
her then. I am sorry I spoke as if I were not pleased. It is too bad when she has that as a 
trouble and it is not necessary. She always brings it. Why should we have asked.
        It is difficult to marry her. Not for him, certainly not after he was taught about 
Swiss swimming. He had been carefully so.
        She was not poisoned. 
        Why are you hesitating.
        I am doing something I have always wanted to do.
        Is it fair to be sorry about it.
        The plains which are filled with pleasure and distraction make one incline to obey 
when it is told to one that lights are needed for the evening. The whole evening is spent in 
invention.
        I was so surprised.
        This is my deception.
        When I wished to acquaint myself with the reverie which would lead to the buying 
of horses and dogs I was not unacquainted with secrecy. This I showed by writing, by the 
way. This meant pleading.
        Acquaintance with that method was authorized by the very painful scene that I had 
witnessed when I made a mistake. A mistake in dash. Clouds.
        Reasonable clouds.
        Clouds warranted that likeness.
        I do not share that care.