1 You could know the people of that time by their old dress.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 2 Dante gave him a cachou every time he brought her a piece of tissue paper.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 3 By the time they had crossed the quadrangle his restlessness had risen to fever.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 4 Then he heard the noise of the refectory every time he opened the flaps of his ears.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 5 But the Christmas vacation was very far away: but one time it would come because the earth moved round always.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 6 He wondered from which window Hamilton Rowan had thrown his hat on the ha-ha and had there been flowerbeds at that time under the windows.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 7 He gave them ear only for a time but he was happy only when he was far from them, beyond their call, alone or in the company of phantasmal comrades.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 8 The terror of sleep fascinated his mind as he watched the silent country or heard from time to time his father's deep breath or sudden sleepy movement.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 9 It was Heron who had called out and, as he marched forward between his two attendants, he cleft the air before him with a thin cane in time to their steps.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 10 were written at the foot of the page, and, having hidden the book, he went into his mother's bedroom and gazed at his face for a long time in the mirror of her dressing-table.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 11 For some time he had felt the slight change in his house; and those changes in what he had deemed unchangeable were so many slight shocks to his boyish conception of the world.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 12 That was a long time ago then out on the playgrounds in the evening light, creeping from point to point on the fringe of his line, a heavy bird flying low through the grey light.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 13 Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 14 It seemed to him a solemn time: and he wondered if that was the time when the fellows in Clongowes wore blue coats with brass buttons and yellow waistcoats and caps of rabbitskin and drank beer like grown-up people and kept greyhounds of their own to course the hares with.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 15 Mr Dedalus looked at himself in the pierglass above the mantelpiece, waxed out his moustache ends and then, parting his coat-tails, stood with his back to the glowing fire: and still from time to time he withdrew a hand from his coat-tail to wax out one of his moustache ends.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 16 It was wrong; it was unfair and cruel; and, as he sat in the refectory, he suffered time after time in memory the same humiliation until he began to wonder whether it might not really be that there was something in his face which made him look like a schemer and he wished he had a little mirror to see.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 17 He told Stephen that his name was Athy and that his father kept a lot of racehorses that were spiffing jumpers and that his father would give a good tip to Brother Michael any time he wanted it because Brother Michael was very decent and always told him the news out of the paper they got every day up in the castle.
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