One evening last year I perceived in the waiting-room of my newspaper, Le Matin, a man dressed in black, his face heavy with the darkest despair, whose dry, dead eyes seemed to receive the images of things like unmoving mirrors.
He was seated; and there rested on his knees a sandalwood box inlaid with polished steel. An office-boy told me that he had sat there motionless, silent, awaiting my coming, for three mortal hours.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9786050314960 ● Mărime fișier 0.6 MB ● Editura Gaston Leroux ● Publicat 2014 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 6873662 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social