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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#Ulysse 970
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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 50
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 51
27 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacHe broke off and lathered again lightly his farther cheek.
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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 971
3 octobre 2014, par Guillaume VissacHe crossed to the bright side, avoiding the loose cellarflap of number seventyfive.
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#Ulysse 966
28 septembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacHe peeped quickly inside the leather headband. White slip of paper. Quite safe.
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#Ulysse 965
27 septembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacThe sweated legend in the crown of his hat told him mutely : Plasto’s high grade ha.