—Of course I’m a Britisher, Haines’s voice said, and I feel as one. I don’t want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either. That’s our national problem, I’m afraid, just now.
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28 décembre 2012, par Guillaume VissacThe boatman nodded towards the north of the bay with some disdain.
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27 décembre 2012, par Guillaume Vissac—She’s making for Bullock harbour.
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26 décembre 2012, par Guillaume VissacTwo men stood at the verge of the cliff, watching : businessman, boatman.
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29 décembre 2012, par Guillaume VissacThe man that was drowned. A sail veering about the blank bay waiting for a swollen bundle to bob up, roll over to the sun a puffy face, saltwhite. Here I am.
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23 décembre 2012, par Guillaume VissacWords Mulligan had spoken a moment since in mockery to the stranger. Idle mockery. The void awaits surely all them that weave the wind : a menace, a disarming and a worsting from those embattled angels of the church, Michael’s host, who defend her ever in the hour of conflict with their lances and their shields.