North wall and sir John Rogerson’s quay, with hulls and anchorchains, sailing westward, sailed by a skiff, a crumpled throwaway, rocked on the ferrywash, Elijah is coming.
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#Ulysse 4531
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#Ulysse 4530
16 juillet 2024, par Guillaume VissacMust dress the character for those fellows. Knight of the road. Gentleman. And now, Mr Crimmins, may we have the honour of your custom again, sir. The cup that cheers but not inebriates, as the old saying has it.
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#Ulysse 4529
15 juillet 2024, par Guillaume VissacAham !
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#Ulysse 4528
14 juillet 2024, par Guillaume VissacMr Kernan halted and preened himself before the sloping mirror of Peter Kennedy, hairdresser. Stylish coat, beyond a doubt. Scott of Dawson street. Well worth the half sovereign I gave Neary for it. Never built under three guineas. Fits me down to the ground. Some Kildare street club toff had it probably. John Mulligan, the manager of the Hibernian bank, gave me a very sharp eye yesterday on Carlisle bridge as if he remembered me.
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#Ulysse 4527
13 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac—Hello, Bob, old man, Mr Dedalus answered, stopping.
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#Ulysse 4526
12 juillet 2024, par Guillaume Vissac—Hello, Simon, Father Cowley said. How are things ?
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#Ulysse 4525
11 juillet 2024, par Guillaume VissacSaw him looking at my frockcoat. Dress does it. Nothing like a dressy appearance. Bowls them over.
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#Ulysse 4524
10 juillet 2024, par Guillaume VissacGraft, my dear sir. Well, of course, where there’s money going there’s always someone to pick it up.
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#Ulysse 4523
9 juillet 2024, par Guillaume VissacI smiled at him. America, I said quietly, just like that. What is it ? The sweepings of every country including our own. Isn’t that true ? That’s a fact.
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#Ulysse 4522
8 juillet 2024, par Guillaume VissacHow do you do, Mr Crimmins ? First rate, sir. I was afraid you might be up in your other establishment in Pimlico. How are things going ? Just keeping alive. Lovely weather we’re having. Yes, indeed. Good for the country. Those farmers are always grumbling. I’ll just take a thimbleful of your best gin, Mr Crimmins. A small gin, sir. Yes, sir. Terrible affair that General Slocum explosion. Terrible, terrible ! A thousand casualties. And heartrending scenes. Men trampling down women and children. Most brutal thing. What do they say was the cause ? Spontaneous combustion. Most scandalous revelation. Not a single lifeboat would float and the firehose all burst. What I can’t understand is how the inspectors ever allowed a boat like that .... Now, you’re talking straight, Mr Crimmins. You know why ? Palm oil. Is that a fact ? Without a doubt. Well now, look at that. And America they say is the land of the free. I thought we were bad here.