He came over to the gunrest and, thrusting a hand into Stephen’s upper pocket, said :
—Lend us a loan of your noserag to wipe my razor.
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#Ulysse 38
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#Ulysse 952
14 septembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacShe might like something tasty. Thin bread and butter she likes in the morning. Still perhaps : once in a way.
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#Ulysse 948
10 septembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacShe lapped slower, then licking the saucer clean.
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#Ulysse 36
12 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacHe hopped down from his perch and began to search his trouser pockets hastily.
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#Ulysse 37
13 mars 2012, par Guillaume Vissac—Scutter ! he cried thickly.
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#Ulysse 35
11 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacBuck Mulligan frowned at the lather on his razorblade.
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#Ulysse 34
10 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacYou saved men from drowning. I’m not a hero, however. If he stays on here I am off.
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#Ulysse 40
16 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacBuck Mulligan wiped the razorblade neatly.
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#Ulysse 41
17 mars 2012, par Guillaume VissacThen, gazing over the handkerchief, he said :
— The bard’s noserag ! A new art colour for our Irish poets : snotgreen. You can almost taste it, can’t you ? -
#Ulysse 951
13 septembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacOn quietly creaky boots he went up the staircase to the hall, paused by the bedroom door.