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Pagina 79
She gulped half her third martini . ' Christ ! ' she moaned to herself ( long since infected by all the more colourful vices of Catholicism ) . “ If he only got one look at the East Limericks ! The Master would have a red coat .
She gulped half her third martini . ' Christ ! ' she moaned to herself ( long since infected by all the more colourful vices of Catholicism ) . “ If he only got one look at the East Limericks ! The Master would have a red coat .
Pagina 85
I will call for you at half - past twelve . ' She fell on her pillow with a groan , dedicating her life to cold water , total abstinence and , even if he was an RC , Father Theobald Mathew , Ireland's apostle of temperance - as her papa ...
I will call for you at half - past twelve . ' She fell on her pillow with a groan , dedicating her life to cold water , total abstinence and , even if he was an RC , Father Theobald Mathew , Ireland's apostle of temperance - as her papa ...
Pagina 282
Anyway everybody knew that half the international population of Brussels was living in sin - except the cagy Irish . It would all have been hunkydory if the cow hadn't pulled the teat out of the baby's bottle .
Anyway everybody knew that half the international population of Brussels was living in sin - except the cagy Irish . It would all have been hunkydory if the cow hadn't pulled the teat out of the baby's bottle .
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