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looked back into his eyes , whispered , ' I should not have let you do that , ' returned her eyes to the moon , and whispered , ' Or should I ? ' Jenny ! ' he ordered . ' Close your eyes . Pretend you really are back twelve years ago .
looked back into his eyes , whispered , ' I should not have let you do that , ' returned her eyes to the moon , and whispered , ' Or should I ? ' Jenny ! ' he ordered . ' Close your eyes . Pretend you really are back twelve years ago .
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You haven't even told me , Phil , ' she whispered meekly , ' where it is . ' “ ' Tis in West Clare ! And please don't try to tell me that you , who were once a National School teacher , don't know where West Clare is .
You haven't even told me , Phil , ' she whispered meekly , ' where it is . ' “ ' Tis in West Clare ! And please don't try to tell me that you , who were once a National School teacher , don't know where West Clare is .
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What happened next was that a Sister took Celia out to the corridor for a few private words and that Ferdy at once leaned forward and whispered savagely to the apparently immortal O'Sullivan , ' Monsieur O'Sullivan , your wife does not ...
What happened next was that a Sister took Celia out to the corridor for a few private words and that Ferdy at once leaned forward and whispered savagely to the apparently immortal O'Sullivan , ' Monsieur O'Sullivan , your wife does not ...
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