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Cars parked beside a kerb huddle from the cold . In Cahir the boarded windows of the old granaries are blind with age . The dull square is empty . Her wheeling lights catch the vacant eyes of the hotel , leap the useless bridge , fleck ...
Cars parked beside a kerb huddle from the cold . In Cahir the boarded windows of the old granaries are blind with age . The dull square is empty . Her wheeling lights catch the vacant eyes of the hotel , leap the useless bridge , fleck ...
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This preoccupation had permitted him to glance at , but not to observe , either the red gasometer by the harbour inflated to its winter zenith , or the haybarn beside the dairy beyond the gasometer packed with cubes of hay , or the fuel ...
This preoccupation had permitted him to glance at , but not to observe , either the red gasometer by the harbour inflated to its winter zenith , or the haybarn beside the dairy beyond the gasometer packed with cubes of hay , or the fuel ...
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Herr Keel sat beside him , enjoying the same pleasures . Through the dining room door he caught a glimpse of Imogen with her back to him , clearing the dinner table , her oily black hair coiled as usual on either side of her cheeks .
Herr Keel sat beside him , enjoying the same pleasures . Through the dining room door he caught a glimpse of Imogen with her back to him , clearing the dinner table , her oily black hair coiled as usual on either side of her cheeks .
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