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Pagina 103
For all faults , inquiries and difficulties kindly dial Tom Timlin , C.C. ' She laughed . ' But you listen in ! ' she pointed out . And interpret now and again . And add up the charges . Come now , Rita ! Face up to yourself .
For all faults , inquiries and difficulties kindly dial Tom Timlin , C.C. ' She laughed . ' But you listen in ! ' she pointed out . And interpret now and again . And add up the charges . Come now , Rita ! Face up to yourself .
Pagina 105
and when his laugh showed his splendid teeth she laughed too , and he went on laughing because she looked so happy , and had such big droopy eyelids and was well made around the brisket . Father Tom advanced his empty glass of Irish ...
and when his laugh showed his splendid teeth she laughed too , and he went on laughing because she looked so happy , and had such big droopy eyelids and was well made around the brisket . Father Tom advanced his empty glass of Irish ...
Pagina 316
He laughed heartily . ' ' A queer sense of humour ! ' ' I must confess I did not at the time see the joke . ... He laughed for five minutes at that . ' ' I don't see much to laugh at . He should have sighed . I will make him sigh .
He laughed heartily . ' ' A queer sense of humour ! ' ' I must confess I did not at the time see the joke . ... He laughed for five minutes at that . ' ' I don't see much to laugh at . He should have sighed . I will make him sigh .
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