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Internationaler Buchtitel. In englischer Sprache. Verlag: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 112 Seiten, L=152mm, B=229mm, H=7mm, Gew.=172gr, Kartoniert/Broschiert, Klappentext: Purchase of t… Meer...

Internationaler Buchtitel. In englischer Sprache. Verlag: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 112 Seiten, L=152mm, B=229mm, H=7mm, Gew.=172gr, Kartoniert/Broschiert, Klappentext: Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER V. THE HEADSTONE AT VENTNOR. Yes: there it was, in black and white?" Helen Talboys, aged twenty-two." When George told the governess on board the Argus that if he heard any evil tidings of his wife he should drop down dead, he spoke in perfect good faith; and yet here were the worst tidings that could come to him, and he sat rigid, white, and helpless, staring stupidly at the shocked face of his friend. The suddenness of the blow had stunned him. In his strange and bewildered state of mind he began to wonder what had happened, and why it was that one line in the Times newspaper could have so horrible an effect upon him. Then by degrees even this vague consciousness of his misfortune faded slowly out of hismind, succeeded by a painful consciousness of external things. The hot August sunshine; the dusty window panes and shabby painted blinds; a file of flyblown play-bills fastened to the wall; the blank and empty fire-place; a bald-headed old man nodding over the Morning Advertiser; the slipshod waiter folding a tumbled table-cloth, and Robert Audley's handsome face looking at him full of compassionate alarm. He knew that all these things took gigantic proportions, and then, one by one, melted into dark blots that swam before his eyes. He knew that there was a great noise as of half-a-dozen furious steam-engines tearing and grinding in his ears, and he knew nothing more, except that somebody or something fell heavily to the ground. He opened his eyes upon the dusky evening in a cool and shaded room, the silence only broken by the rumbling of wheels at a distance. He looked about him wonderingly, but half indifferently. His old friend, Eobert Audley, was seated by his side smoking. George was lyingon a low iron bedstead opposite to an open window, in...<

ISBN: 9780217785808

[ED: Softcover], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This… Meer...

[ED: Softcover], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER V. THE HEADSTONE AT VENTNOR. Yes: there it was, in black and white?" Helen Talboys, aged twenty-two." When George told the governess on board the Argus that if he heard any evil tidings of his wife he should drop down dead, he spoke in perfect good faith and yet here were the worst tidings that could come to him, and he sat rigid, white, and helpless, staring stupidly at the shocked face of his friend. The suddenness of the blow had stunned him. In his strange and bewildered state of mind he began to wonder what had happened, and why it was that one line in the Times newspaper could have so horrible an effect upon him. Then by degrees even this vague consciousness of his misfortune faded slowly out of hismind, succeeded by a painful consciousness of external things. The hot August sunshine the dusty window panes and shabby painted blinds a file of flyblown play-bills fastened to the wall the blank and empty fire-place a bald-headed old man nodding over the Morning Advertiser the slipshod waiter folding a tumbled table-cloth, and Robert Audley's handsome face looking at him full of compassionate alarm. He knew that all these things took gigantic proportions, and then, one by one, melted into dark blots that swam before his eyes. He knew that there was a great noise as of half-a-dozen furious steam-engines tearing and grinding in his ears, and he knew nothing more, except that somebody or something fell heavily to the ground. He opened his eyes upon the dusky evening in a cool and shaded room, the silence only broken by the rumbling of wheels at a distance. He looked about him wonderingly, but half indifferently. His old friend, Eobert Audley, was seated by his side smoking. George was lyingon a low iron bedstead opposite to an open window, in...Versandfertig in 6-10 Tagen, [SC: 0.00]<

ISBN: 9780217785808

[ED: Softcover], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This… Meer...

[ED: Softcover], [PU: Cambridge Scholars Publishing], Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER V. THE HEADSTONE AT VENTNOR. Yes: there it was, in black and white?" Helen Talboys, aged twenty-two." When George told the governess on board the Argus that if he heard any evil tidings of his wife he should drop down dead, he spoke in perfect good faith and yet here were the worst tidings that could come to him, and he sat rigid, white, and helpless, staring stupidly at the shocked face of his friend. The suddenness of the blow had stunned him. In his strange and bewildered state of mind he began to wonder what had happened, and why it was that one line in the Times newspaper could have so horrible an effect upon him. Then by degrees even this vague consciousness of his misfortune faded slowly out of hismind, succeeded by a painful consciousness of external things. The hot August sunshine the dusty window panes and shabby painted blinds a file of flyblown play-bills fastened to the wall the blank and empty fire-place a bald-headed old man nodding over the Morning Advertiser the slipshod waiter folding a tumbled table-cloth, and Robert Audley's handsome face looking at him full of compassionate alarm. He knew that all these things took gigantic proportions, and then, one by one, melted into dark blots that swam before his eyes. He knew that there was a great noise as of half-a-dozen furious steam-engines tearing and grinding in his ears, and he knew nothing more, except that somebody or something fell heavily to the ground. He opened his eyes upon the dusky evening in a cool and shaded room, the silence only broken by the rumbling of wheels at a distance. He looked about him wonderingly, but half indifferently. His old friend, Eobert Audley, was seated by his side smoking. George was lyingon a low iron bedstead opposite to an open window, in...Versandfertig in 6-10 Tagen, [SC: 0.00]<