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Автор: Stoker Bram
Название: The Mystery of the Sea
ISBN: 9781981469802
Издательство: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Классификация: ISBN-10: 198146980X
Обложка/Формат: Paperback
Страницы: 692
Вес: 0.91 кг.
Дата издания: 24.01.2018
Язык: English
Размер: 229 x 152 x 35
Поставляется из: США
Описание: Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. We appreciate your business and look forward to serving you soon. We have thousands of titles available, and we invite you to search for us by name, contact us via our website, or download our most recent catalogues. I HAD just arrived at Cruden Bay on my annual visit, and after a late breakfast was sitting on the low wall which was a continuation of the escarpment of the bridge over the Water of Cruden. Opposite to me, across the road and standing under the only little clump of trees in the place was a tall, gaunt old woman, who kept looking at me intently. As I sat, a little group, consisting of a man and two women, went by. I found my eyes follow them, for it seemed to me after they had passed me that the two women walked together and the man alone in front carrying on his shoulder a little black box-a coffin. I shuddered as I thought, but a moment later I saw all three abreast just as they had been. The old woman was now looking at me with eyes that blazed. She came across the road and said to me without preface: What saw ye then, that yer een looked so awed? I did not like to tell her so I did not answer. Her great eyes were fixed keenly upon me, seeming to look me through and through. I felt that I grew quite red, whereupon she said, apparently to herself: I thocht so Even I did not see that which he saw. How do you mean? I queried. She answered ambiguously: Wait Ye shall perhaps know before this hour to-morrow Her answer interested me and I tried to get her to say more; but she would not. She moved away with a grand stately movement that seemed to become her great gaunt form. After dinner whilst I was sitting in front of the hotel, there was a great commotion in the village; much running to and fro of men and women with sad mien. On questioning them I found that a child had been drowned in the little harbour below. Just then a woman and a man, the same that had passed the bridge earlier in the day, ran by with wild looks. One of the bystanders looked after them pityingly as he said: Puir souls. Its a sad home-comin for them the nicht.

The Mystery of the Sea, Stoker Bram