Ned Lambert tossed the newspaper aside, chuckling with delight. An instant after a hoarse bark of laughter burst over professor MacHugh’s unshaven blackspectacled face.
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20 octobre 2018, par Guillaume VissacHe took off his silk hat and, blowing out impatiently his bushy moustache, welshcombed his hair with raking fingers.
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19 octobre 2018, par Guillaume Vissac—O ! Mr Dedalus cried, giving vent to a hopeless groan. Shite and onions ! That’ll do, Ned. Life is too short.
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18 octobre 2018, par Guillaume Vissac—That mantles the vista far and wide and wait till the glowing orb of the moon shine forth to irradiate her silver effulgence...
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16 octobre 2018, par Guillaume Vissac—The moon, professor MacHugh said. He forgot Hamlet.
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15 octobre 2018, par Guillaume Vissac—As ’twere, in the peerless panorama of Ireland’s portfolio, unmatched, despite their wellpraised prototypes in other vaunted prize regions, for very beauty, of bosky grove and undulating plain and luscious pastureland of vernal green, steeped in the transcendent translucent glow of our mild mysterious Irish twilight...
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14 octobre 2018, par Guillaume Vissac—Bathe his lips, Mr Dedalus said. Blessed and eternal God ! Yes ? Is he taking anything for it ?
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13 octobre 2018, par Guillaume Vissac—Peaks, Ned Lambert went on, towering high on high, to bathe our souls, as it were...
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12 octobre 2018, par Guillaume Vissac—Bombast ! the professor broke in testily. Enough of the inflated windbag !