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Claire Keegan

  • Anaghahas quoted3 months ago
    was there any point in being alive without helping one another?
  • Ranti Fadilahhas quotedlast year
    His mother, at the age of sixteen, had fallen pregnant while working as a domestic for Mrs Wilson, the Protestant widow who lived in the big house a few miles outside of town.
  • Ranti Fadilahhas quotedlast year
    Now, he lived in the town with his wife, Eileen, and their five daughters.
  • Ranti Fadilahhas quotedlast year
    Some nights, Furlong lay there with Eileen, going over small things like these.
  • Ranti Fadilahhas quotedlast year
    He was touching forty but didn’t feel himself to be getting anywhere or making any kind of headway and could not but sometimes wonder what the days were for.
  • Ranti Fadilahhas quotedlast year
    Did she ever imagine how her life would be if she had married another?
  • Ranti Fadilahhas quotedlast year
    The blow was cheap but it was the first he’d heard from her, in all their years together.
  • Ranti Fadilahhas quotedlast year
    he found himself asking was there any point in being alive without helping one another?
  • Ranti Fadilahhas quotedlast year
    Whatever suffering he was now to meet was a long way from what the girl at his side had already endured, and might yet surpass.
  • Daria Darievychhas quotedlast year
    Sometimes Furlong, seeing the girls going through the small things which needed to be done – genuflecting in the chapel or thanking a shop-keeper for the change – felt a deep, private joy that these children were his own.
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