Ten minutes later the lady was ensconced comfortably on her bed, smoking cigarettes and deep in the perusal of Garnaby Williams, the Boy Detective, which, with other threepenny works of lurid fiction, she had sent out to purchase.
She sat on her bed an read a mystery book smoking.
She sat on her bed with no books.
A pitcher dances in the rain with his teammate.
The James Joyce Cultural Center is currently run by Joyce's nephew.
There are lots of buses leaving to Contarf Road Station.
Child playing with the dog.
The people are painting.
The dog throws the ball down the cliff.