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Pagina 65
He paused for a moment to look up through the windows at the stars , opened the door and went in . Four heads around the supper table turned to look up inquiringly at him . At one end of the table his mother sat wearing her blue apron .
He paused for a moment to look up through the windows at the stars , opened the door and went in . Four heads around the supper table turned to look up inquiringly at him . At one end of the table his mother sat wearing her blue apron .
Pagina 173
These conveyed that some sort of growling peace descended on everybody for about three years , towards the end of which my father died , my mother became the sole occupant , and the bootmaker , seeing that he now had only one tenant ...
These conveyed that some sort of growling peace descended on everybody for about three years , towards the end of which my father died , my mother became the sole occupant , and the bootmaker , seeing that he now had only one tenant ...
Pagina 333
your dear little ego revenging itself on the whole monstrous regiment of women from Old Mother Hubbard , and Old Mother Goose , and Holy Mum the Church , down to Mother Ireland and your own dear departed and long - suffering Mother ...
your dear little ego revenging itself on the whole monstrous regiment of women from Old Mother Hubbard , and Old Mother Goose , and Holy Mum the Church , down to Mother Ireland and your own dear departed and long - suffering Mother ...
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