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The Doings of Raffles Haw
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Doings of Raffles Haw
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"I'm afraid that he won't come," said Laura McIntyre, in a disconsolate voice. "Why not?" "Oh, look at the weather; it is something too awful." As she spoke a whirl of snow beat with a muffled patter against the cosy red-curtained window, while a long blast of wind shrieked and whistled through the branches of the great white-limbed elms which skirted the garden. Robert McIntyre rose from the sketch upon which he had been working, and taking one of the lamps in his hand peered out into the darkness. The long skeleton limbs of the bare trees tossed and quivered dimly amid the whirling drift. His sister sat by the fire, her fancy-work in her lap, and looked up at her brothers profile which showed against the brilliant yellow light. It was a handsome face, young and fair and clear cut, with wavy brown hair combed backwards and rippling down into that outward curve at the ends which one associates with the artistic temperament.
Media | Książki Paperback Book (Książka z miękką okładką i klejonym grzbietem) |
Wydane | 15 maja 2018 |
ISBN13 | 9781717342133 |
Wydawcy | Createspace Independent Publishing Platf |
Strony | 102 |
Wymiary | 152 × 229 × 5 mm · 145 g |
Język | English |
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