1 You can't play the saint on me any more, that's one sure five.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 2 2 He came of an old and illustrious Spanish family and you remember that he was one of the first followers of saint Ignatius.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 3 For just and unjust, for saint and sinner alike, may this retreat be a memorable one.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 4 The book which he used for these visits was an old neglected book written by saint Alphonsus Liguori, with fading characters and sere foxpapered leaves.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 4 5 The director had begun to speak of the dominican and franciscan orders and of the friendship between saint Thomas and saint Bonaventure.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 4 6 And let you, Stephen, make a novena to your holy patron saint, the first martyr, who is very powerful with God, that God may enlighten your mind.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 4 7 Now, we can return to our old friend saint Thomas for another pennyworth of wisdom.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 8 Puzzled for the moment by saint John at the Latin gate.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 5 9 His own neighbour was Mrs. Vandeleur, one of his aunt's oldest friends, a perfect saint amongst women, but so dreadfully dowdy that she reminded one of a badly bound hymn-book.
10 One hardly knew at times whether one was reading the spiritual ecstasies of some mediaeval saint or the morbid confessions of a modern sinner.
11 "I always said she was a little saint," added Meg, as if there could be no further doubt of it.
12 I'm not jealous, dear, do your best, only don't make a saint of him.
13 Well, I needn't be a sour saint nor a selfish sinner, and, I dare say, old maids are very comfortable when they get used to it, but.
14 How much of him was saint, how much mortal, I could not heretofore tell: but revelations were being made in this conference: the analysis of his nature was proceeding before my eyes.
15 I joined my wail to theirs, loud and bitter; but Joseph asked what we could be thinking of to roar in that way over a saint in heaven.