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1  A veiled sunlight lit up faintly the grey sheet of water where the river was embayed.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James Joyce
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2  The firelight flickered on the wall and beyond the window a spectral dusk was gathering upon the river.
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3  The faint Sour stink of rotted cabbages came towards him from the kitchen gardens on the rising ground above the river.
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4  They had unearthed traces of a Cork accent in his speech and made him admit that the Lee was a much finer river than the Liffey.
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5  She had taught him where the Mozambique Channel was and what was the longest river in America and what was the name of the highest mountain in the moon.
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6  A vague dissatisfaction grew up within him as he looked on the quays and on the river and on the lowering skies and yet he continued to wander up and down day after day as if he really sought someone that eluded him.
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7  A faint click at his heart, a faint throb in his throat told him once more of how his flesh dreaded the cold infrahuman odour of the sea; yet he did not strike across the downs on his left but held straight on along the spine of rocks that pointed against the river's mouth.
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