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... seemed the most perfect day for the crossing to the island . Everything seemed in my favour . Not only was the E 65 In the Connemara Hills weather mild , but this was a Sunday when the TRALEE AND THE DINGLE.
... seemed the most perfect day for the crossing to the island . Everything seemed in my favour . Not only was the E 65 In the Connemara Hills weather mild , but this was a Sunday when the TRALEE AND THE DINGLE.
Page 132
... seemed as far away as ever . I got back to the hotel but regretted my return at once for there was nothing to see or do there . I had a meal and looked into the only public room , a writing room for commercial travellers , which was ...
... seemed as far away as ever . I got back to the hotel but regretted my return at once for there was nothing to see or do there . I had a meal and looked into the only public room , a writing room for commercial travellers , which was ...
Page 195
... seemed to belong to the Ulster bourgeoisie and enthusiastically fell in with the spirit of the place . I soon learnt how lucky I was to find a room there . As I stood at the desk a guest of the hotel , a plump young man of the bank ...
... seemed to belong to the Ulster bourgeoisie and enthusiastically fell in with the spirit of the place . I soon learnt how lucky I was to find a room there . As I stood at the desk a guest of the hotel , a plump young man of the bank ...
Contents
Chap page | 11 |
ON TO THE LAKES OF KILLARNEY | 26 |
THE RING LOST IN MIST | 42 |
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