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Immediately Brennan had begun to recite the lines the whole class began to titter . ( At what ? ) ' That's very good , Brennan . But how do you happen to know the lines so well ? ' Another boy spoke up , a rough fellow named Harty ...
Immediately Brennan had begun to recite the lines the whole class began to titter . ( At what ? ) ' That's very good , Brennan . But how do you happen to know the lines so well ? ' Another boy spoke up , a rough fellow named Harty ...
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I couldn't think what else to say or do . After a while she got up and said , “ We'd better go home now , Jerry , you've spoiled everything . " The whole way back to Dublin we didn't say one word .
I couldn't think what else to say or do . After a while she got up and said , “ We'd better go home now , Jerry , you've spoiled everything . " The whole way back to Dublin we didn't say one word .
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he blustered , ' since you are so damned sorry for the whole human race would you kindly tell me what I had best do now ? ' ' That is quite simple . You have only two alternatives . The first is to resign and return .
he blustered , ' since you are so damned sorry for the whole human race would you kindly tell me what I had best do now ? ' ' That is quite simple . You have only two alternatives . The first is to resign and return .
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