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In frank admiration he watched her buttocks swaying provocatively around the corner of Kildare Street . Several times during the afternoon , back in his office , he found himself straying from his work to her equivocal words .
In frank admiration he watched her buttocks swaying provocatively around the corner of Kildare Street . Several times during the afternoon , back in his office , he found himself straying from his work to her equivocal words .
Pagina 109
He watched her great eyelids drooping . He watched the sinking of her amber head . She spoke as softly as if she were whispering to the three foreign words . ' To remind me of you . ' She did not raise her head again until his car ...
He watched her great eyelids drooping . He watched the sinking of her amber head . She spoke as softly as if she were whispering to the three foreign words . ' To remind me of you . ' She did not raise her head again until his car ...
Pagina 117
... 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 - dudding away from us along the perspective of the canal until it looked no ...
... 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 - dudding away from us along the perspective of the canal until it looked no ...
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