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1 White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 3
2 They said they could not drink the tea; that it was hogwash.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
3 Saw her drinking tea and eating cakes in Johnston's, Mooney and O'Brien's.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 5
4 Mother was sitting at the fire with Dante waiting for Brigid to bring in the tea.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
5 But he drank off the hot weak tea which the clumsy scullion, girt with a white apron, poured into his cup.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 1
6 Discarded crusts and lumps of sugared bread, turned brown by the tea which had been poured over them, lay scattered on the table.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
7 Little wells of tea lay here and there on the board, and a knife with a broken ivory handle was stuck through the pith of a ravaged turnover.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
8 Before the fire an old woman was busy making tea and, as she bustled at the task, she told in a low voice of what the priest and the doctor had said.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 2
9 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 ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 4
10 He drained his third cup of watery tea to the dregs and set to chewing the crusts of fried bread that were scattered near him, staring into the dark pool of the jar.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young ManBy James Joyce ContextHighlight In Chapter 5