The Monitor, Volume 1Joseph Dollard, 1879 |
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... Callanan , the young man with the gipsy - like face , took his seat in the mail - coach for Cork , which was expected to start from Dawson - street every afternoon at two o'clock . In those " good old times , " punctuality seemed to be ...
... Callanan , the young man with the gipsy - like face , took his seat in the mail - coach for Cork , which was expected to start from Dawson - street every afternoon at two o'clock . In those " good old times , " punctuality seemed to be ...
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... Callanan with an expression of mingled curiosity and insolence . He did not seem like one who cared much for what are called the amenities of social intercourse ; and his indifference to the ordinary rules of good breeding seemed to be ...
... Callanan with an expression of mingled curiosity and insolence . He did not seem like one who cared much for what are called the amenities of social intercourse ; and his indifference to the ordinary rules of good breeding seemed to be ...
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... Callanan , with a feeling of bewilderment rather than indignation , gazed in turn at his two travelling companions . The painful situation of the lady excited his compassion , for it was evident that , both in mind and character , she ...
... Callanan , with a feeling of bewilderment rather than indignation , gazed in turn at his two travelling companions . The painful situation of the lady excited his compassion , for it was evident that , both in mind and character , she ...
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... Callanan drew back in his seat a little , and eyed the man more closely . His native penetration guided him as to this individual's character . From his dissipated look and swaggering air , it was evident that he was one of those ...
... Callanan drew back in his seat a little , and eyed the man more closely . His native penetration guided him as to this individual's character . From his dissipated look and swaggering air , it was evident that he was one of those ...
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... Callanan , " the fellow ' sirs ' me , you see ; so he can't be the genuine tap . " Then , in a loud voice , he said to Charles- " You're not anything to Sir Annesley Moore - are you ? " " Sir Annesley Moore ! " repeated Charles , with a ...
... Callanan , " the fellow ' sirs ' me , you see ; so he can't be the genuine tap . " Then , in a loud voice , he said to Charles- " You're not anything to Sir Annesley Moore - are you ? " " Sir Annesley Moore ! " repeated Charles , with a ...
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