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Dubliners - Joyce, James ยท 71 words
The man muttered Blast him. under his breath and pushed back his chair to stand up. When he stood up he was tall and of great bulk. He had a hanging face, dark wine coloured, with fair eyebrows and moustache. his eyes bulged forward slightly and the whites of them were dirty. He lifted up the counter and, passing by the clients, went out of the office with a heavy step.
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