"Into their bar strolled Mr Dedalus. Chips, picking chips off one of his rocky thumbnails. Chips. He strolled.
- O welcome back, Miss Douce.
He held her hand. Enjoyed her holidays?.
- Tiptop.
He hoped she had nice weather in Rostrevor.
- Gorgeous, she said." (U11.192)
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