Black Tom, a peasant, leaned against the counter of Mulligan’s public-house. In spite of his large mouth being open, his breath going in and out through his nostrils sounded like steam hissing from a kettle. His upper teeth stuck out. A lock of hair hung down over his forehead beneath his tam-o’-shanter cap. All his bones and limbs were awkward and he was so tall that he looked slim. Nobody knew how tall he was. He must have been six feet and three inches.


Great Strength Final Effort Wide Open Erect Position Good Luck 
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© Liam O’Flaherty 1999

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