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He whirled , drove hell for leather back to the Club , killed the end of the night with the last few gossipers , drank far too much and lay awake for hours staring sideways from his pillow over the grey , frosting roofs and countless ...
He whirled , drove hell for leather back to the Club , killed the end of the night with the last few gossipers , drank far too much and lay awake for hours staring sideways from his pillow over the grey , frosting roofs and countless ...
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He laughed gaily at another rattle of gunfire , saying , ' That nonsense will be over in an hour . ' He did not so much invite me to dine with him , as insist that I should give him the pleasure . And the consolation .
He laughed gaily at another rattle of gunfire , saying , ' That nonsense will be over in an hour . ' He did not so much invite me to dine with him , as insist that I should give him the pleasure . And the consolation .
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They passed what any casual observer would have seen as a merry hour , as light , bright and gay as a joking and laughing ... He said a couple of hours later in Father Billy's rooms in the presbytery that the only thing missing was that ...
They passed what any casual observer would have seen as a merry hour , as light , bright and gay as a joking and laughing ... He said a couple of hours later in Father Billy's rooms in the presbytery that the only thing missing was that ...
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