Apples by Night: StoriesJonathan Cape, 1932 - 314 pages |
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Page 62
... Twas dumb she was , ye see , and she wrote asking me pleasure on this very cottage and to be naming a rent that wouldn't sink a poor lonely woman . " Twas a lousy mushroom of a place , and it dead and crumbling , and I couldn't be ...
... Twas dumb she was , ye see , and she wrote asking me pleasure on this very cottage and to be naming a rent that wouldn't sink a poor lonely woman . " Twas a lousy mushroom of a place , and it dead and crumbling , and I couldn't be ...
Page 64
... twas like looking at meself backwards ; I mean ' twas as if she'd trimmed away a dozen years . " Och , duar - na - Criosd ! ' Twas never better done ! " I cried , and strained myself to be thinking of something else to be employing her ...
... twas like looking at meself backwards ; I mean ' twas as if she'd trimmed away a dozen years . " Och , duar - na - Criosd ! ' Twas never better done ! " I cried , and strained myself to be thinking of something else to be employing her ...
Page 67
... twas from Dublin he came , and him with a face like a padlock and no understanding in him at all . Not a man to trust with anything precious . . . but there , misery is mine , for how should I be judging an- other when ' twas meself was ...
... twas from Dublin he came , and him with a face like a padlock and no understanding in him at all . Not a man to trust with anything precious . . . but there , misery is mine , for how should I be judging an- other when ' twas meself was ...
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