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Pagina 117
I was driving her to the nearest village to do some shopping , or when , once , a Guinness barge passed slowly through the lock and we watched the men lean against the gates to slew them slowly open , and then watched it go slowly dud ...
I was driving her to the nearest village to do some shopping , or when , once , a Guinness barge passed slowly through the lock and we watched the men lean against the gates to slew them slowly open , and then watched it go slowly dud ...
Pagina 129
That donkey cart trundling slowly by with its roped pyramid of turf to be sold from door to door brought the bogland into the Main Street . The pasturers plodded in every evening with a small herd of black cows , their udders dripping ...
That donkey cart trundling slowly by with its roped pyramid of turf to be sold from door to door brought the bogland into the Main Street . The pasturers plodded in every evening with a small herd of black cows , their udders dripping ...
Pagina 353
She gave him her sly smile , took the proffered chair and let silence fall between them as she slowly removed her gloves finger - tip by finger - tip . He as slowly extracted a cigarette and lit it . At their first far - off meeting ...
She gave him her sly smile , took the proffered chair and let silence fall between them as she slowly removed her gloves finger - tip by finger - tip . He as slowly extracted a cigarette and lit it . At their first far - off meeting ...
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