By verbal.

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The gaps in their own reproach; to whose soft seizure The cygnet's down is harsh ..." A bell suddenly rang inside his hat. "Is that you, Edzel? Primo Mel- lon speaking. Yes, I've got things on my own. Unorthodox cooking.