Sullivan, Edmund J.

Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
"But how can I go out," wailed Darby in great distress
1905
1986.1530
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
Lost in troubled contemplation of the unconscious and confiding victim
1905
1986.1532
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
Tom the child -- the poor innocent who never had an ounce of wit since the day he was born
1905
1986.1531
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
Crouched moody and silent before his own smoky hearth
1905
1986.1529
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
What Good is All This--Rot About Utopias?
1905
1986.1515
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
One of those Queer German Professors Who Write Insanity About Welt-Politik
1905
1986.1514
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
"I have still a matter of four pounds tin tucked safe & deep in the bottom of me breeches pocket"
1905
1986.1535
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
The grunt the fallen wizard let out of him could have been heard in the seven corners of the parish
1905
1986.1534
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
It is Sheer Waste of Suffering
1905
1986.1511
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Edmund Joseph Sullivan
1869-1933
She Outshines the Peacock's Excess Above His Mate
1905
1986.1512
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