He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.
Sous ces mots il se plante dans la face de Stephen. Une brise molle lui mord l’oeil pourlèche ses tifs chêne clair éméchés & tire de ses pupilles quelques atomes d’angoisse argentés.
He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.
Sous ces mots il se plante dans la face de Stephen. Une brise molle lui mord l’oeil pourlèche ses tifs chêne clair éméchés &mèches & tire de ses pupilles quelques atomes d’angoisse argentésnickel .
He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.
Sous ces mots il se plante dans la face de Stephen. Une brise molle lui mord l’oeil pourlèche ses tifs chêne clair & mècheséméchés & tire de ses pupilles quelques atomes d’angoisse nickel.
He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.
He looked in Stephen’s face as he spoke. A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.
Sous ces mots il se plante dans la face de Stephen. Une brise molle lui mord l’oeil pourlèche ses tifs chêne clair & éméchés & tire de ses pupilles quelques atomes d’angoisse nickel.
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