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Dubliners - Joyce, James ยท 75 words
Faith, Mr Henchy, said the old man, youd keep up better style than some of them. I was talking one day to old Keegan, the porter. And how do you like your new master, Pat. says I to him. You havent much entertaining now, says I. Entertaining. says he. Hed live on the smell of an oil rag. And do you know what he told me. Now, I declare to God I didnt believe him.
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