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Pagina 109
At the wicket - gate he paused and looked up and down the long , empty road . I'll never pass this road again . ' He flipped his gloves against the white celluloid letters on the gate . ' Why did you call it Pic du Jer ?
At the wicket - gate he paused and looked up and down the long , empty road . I'll never pass this road again . ' He flipped his gloves against the white celluloid letters on the gate . ' Why did you call it Pic du Jer ?
Pagina 250
Standing on the road , they embraced in a seething kiss . When he released her , she got into the driver's seat , the two doors banged and everything was silent and dark again . She started her engine , floodlit the road and drove ...
Standing on the road , they embraced in a seething kiss . When he released her , she got into the driver's seat , the two doors banged and everything was silent and dark again . She started her engine , floodlit the road and drove ...
Pagina 287
It went on burning and smarting until one windy sunstruck afternoon in his second week when he was streeling miserably along the Dublin Road , about a mile beyond the town's last untidy lot , beside its last unfinished suburban terrace ...
It went on burning and smarting until one windy sunstruck afternoon in his second week when he was streeling miserably along the Dublin Road , about a mile beyond the town's last untidy lot , beside its last unfinished suburban terrace ...
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