He pulled the halldoor to after him very quietly, more, till the footleaf dropped gently over the threshold, a limp lid. Looked shut. All right till I come back anyhow.
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26 mars 2012, par Guillaume Vissac—You could have knelt down, damn it, Kinch, when your dying mother asked you, Buck Mulligan said. I’m hyperborean as much as you. But to think of your mother begging you with her last breath to kneel down and pray for her. And you refused. There is something sinister in you…
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#Ulysse 55
31 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacStephen, an elbow rested on the jagged granite, leaned his palm against his brow and gazed at the fraying edge of his shiny black coatsleeve.
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#Ulysse 968
30 septembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacIn the trousers I left off. Must get it. Potato I have. Creaky wardrobe. No use disturbing her.
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#Ulysse 967
29 septembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacOn the doorstep he felt in his hip pocket for the latchkey. Not there.
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#Ulysse 56
1er avril 2012, par Guillaume VissacPain, that was not yet the pain of love, fretted his heart.
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#Ulysse 52
28 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacA tolerant smile curled his lips.
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#Ulysse 53
29 mars 2012, par Guillaume Vissac—But a lovely mummer ! he murmured to himself. Kinch, the loveliest mummer of them all !
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#Ulysse 51
27 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacHe broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek.
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#Ulysse 54
30 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacHe shaved evenly and with care, in silence, seriously.