—I am sure he has an idée fixe, Haines said, pinching his chin thoughtfully with thumb and forefinger. Now I am speculating what it would be likely to be. Such persons always have.
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28 janvier, par Guillaume Vissac—I’m sorry, he said. Shakespeare is the happy huntingground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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26 janvier, par Guillaume VissacWhen she had gone he said, laughing :
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25 janvier, par Guillaume Vissac—Two mélanges, Buck Mulligan said. And bring us some scones and butter and some cakes as well.
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24 janvier, par Guillaume Vissac—I’ll take a mélange, Haines said to the waitress.
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23 janvier, par Guillaume VissacJohn Howard Parnell translated a white bishop quietly and his grey claw went up again to his forehead whereat it rested. An instant after, under its screen, his eyes looked quickly, ghostbright, at his foe and fell once more upon a working corner.