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They had wept openly when at seventeen Brainsy's father sent him to Dublin to be trained as a teacher , and Tom's mother sent him off to a seminary in County Limerick to become a Capuchin priest . From that moment the pattern of their ...
They had wept openly when at seventeen Brainsy's father sent him to Dublin to be trained as a teacher , and Tom's mother sent him off to a seminary in County Limerick to become a Capuchin priest . From that moment the pattern of their ...
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found , and from which , by then a great and famous city , as famous at least as Dublin , he is believed to have finally floated into his own history . May I , Mister Cooney , give my father your kind wishes , whether false or true ...
found , and from which , by then a great and famous city , as famous at least as Dublin , he is believed to have finally floated into his own history . May I , Mister Cooney , give my father your kind wishes , whether false or true ...
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Brussels - took stock , weighed up , relaxed , expanded and returned to Dublin satisfied at long last with her offspring , her everything , husband , uncle , aunt , father , mother , sister , brother , fat , folly , power , freedom ...
Brussels - took stock , weighed up , relaxed , expanded and returned to Dublin satisfied at long last with her offspring , her everything , husband , uncle , aunt , father , mother , sister , brother , fat , folly , power , freedom ...
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