Remorse Code
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Zari printed his name on a fountain with a spray can. A pair of scissors twenty feet tall wandered by. She’s the Silver Moon out on the bank run piloted by two human skeletons covered with ivy. When one of them dropped a small piece of paper Boppy unfolding the note read—
You don’t know bosh. Gallop as fast as you possibly can to the loud hangers on minus one.—
Boppy groaned.
Every one decided that he should wear his gentility disguise go in do a couple of blue jokes a rough bit of sneering at the pretence that is living nothing too bothersome or refined pinch sommat to eat and slip out.
Very frightened he reluctantly stepped up to knock at the pasteboard door to Heligola.
Hallo! Let me in he said feebly ringing the fake doorbell. Halloo!
Yes. answered an anonymous whisper pent up with all the bitter inhospitable weariness of a mechanical landlady. Yes. great boppy el despoblabo the liar king has been waiting for you.
The door was thrown open and in he went. It closed. Some unwholesome shrubbery grew over it.
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At first Boppy refused to be fully alive. The air was unnaturally motionless and the bright electrified light anything but pleasant. He greatly relieved himself on a heap of burning books.
It was very inconsiderate of him and he chuckled impolitely. Vorwartz!¹ eh? Hayo Tayo!² The natives are idolaters of the jade giant.
Boppy began to attract attention so he put on a black velvet mask and mingled with the crowd of pilgrims down on all fours in the stagnant water. The idol was half buried in the mud.
Boppy was presented to the statue. Taking aim he shot a biscuit through the sharp white teeth. Bravo!
The jubilant crowd armed themselves with looking glasses in spite of the elegance on the laburnum.
Death to the oppressors! shouted Boppy.
Honk! said the idol it sprang upon the pilgrims while they faithfully betrayed and demolished–Honk Honk—a nasty occasion. Boppy made his way at once back to the maze where they are waiting. The citadel was razed. Butter run off quickly you see the idol is after me.
¹ German: Forwards
² forest and fever in Malagasy
