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Irish Times, 30th June 2010
DEAGLÁN de BRÉADÚN Political Correspondent, and KEN MURRAY
SEANAD ÉIREANN needs radical reform, former tánaiste and minister for justice Michael McDowell said last night, admitting he was “wrong” to call for its abolition in the past.
In a speech to the Liberal Society in Bewleys Hotel in Ballsbridge, Dublin last night, Mr McDowell [...]

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The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.

The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. Hardly a wor

The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.

The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. Hardly a wor

The raft drew beyond the middle of the river; the boys pointed her head right, and then lay on their oars.

The river was not high, so there was not more than a two or three mile current. Hardly a wor

Presently she stepped into the kitchen, and Sid, happy in his immunity, reached for the sugar-bowl–a sort of glorying over Tom which
was wellnigh unbearable. But Sid’s fingers slipped and the bowl dr