1 A long fine needle of the shivered glass pierced her heart.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 2 Mr Casey took the glass, drank, and placed it near him on the mantelpiece.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 3 Mr Dedalus screwed his glass into his eye and stared hard at both his sons.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 4 And Father Arnall had said that he need not study till the new glasses came.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 5 His father told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 6 Stephen watched the three glasses being raised from the counter as his father and his two cronies drank to the memory of their past.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 7 A voice asked who was there and I answered I was over at the match in Buttevant and was walking back and that I'd be thankful for a glass of water.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 8 Then replacing the jar in the locker he poured a little of the whisky into two glasses, added a little water and came back with them to the fireplace.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 9 Well, as I was saying, we were chatting away quite friendly and he asked me did our friend here wear glasses still, and then he told me the whole story.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 10 Tea was nearly over and only the last of the second watered tea remained in the bottoms of the small glass jars and jampots which did service for teacups.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 11 It was unfair and cruel because the doctor had told him not to read without glasses and he had written home to his father that morning to send him a new pair.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 12 The light spread upwards from the glass roof making the theatre seem a festive ark, anchored among the hulks of houses, her frail cables of lanterns looping her to her moorings.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 2 13 Stephen lifted his eyes in wonder and saw for a moment Father Dolan's white-grey not young face, his baldy white-grey head with fluff at the sides of it, the steel rims of his spectacles and his no-coloured eyes looking through the glasses.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 1 14 The professor had gone to the glass cases on the side wall, from a shelf of which he took down a set of coils, blew away the dust from many points and, bearing it carefully to the table, held a finger on it while he proceeded with his lecture.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5