James joyce short stories
She sat amid the chilly circle of her accomplishments, waiting for some suitor to brave it and offer her a brilliant life. When she came to the age of marriage she was sent out to many houses, where her playing and ivory manners were much admired. As she was naturally pale and unbending in manner she made few friends at school. She had been educated in a high-class convent, where she had learned French and music.
He walked up and down constantly, stood by the hour at street corners arguing the point and made notes but in the end it was Mrs. He had a game leg and for this his friends called him Hoppy Holohan.
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MR HOLOHAN, assistant secretary of the Eire Abu Society, had been walking up and down Dublin for nearly a month, with his hands and pockets full of dirty pieces of paper, arranging about the series of concerts.