Danny transferred his passion to this sallow, scraggle-bearded tyrant who had glibly accepted Fronie's tarnished girlhood for the sake of her warm youth, and ever since had remained a cheap stingy brute.
Woss your poison, Jazz? Can I have a glass of chilled white wine?
Woss your poison, Jazz?
Can I have a glass of chilled white wine?
But I disagree with you about the gardenish landscape. The lowest mountains here terrify me far more than anything I saw in Connemara or Achill.
Before leaving this branch of our subject, it may be well to point out that a young man who possesses the power of explaining himself clearly, without stammering and stumbling, and involving his sentences, always has a great advantage on his side.
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