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Название книги: Death of a Valentine
Автор(ы): M Beaton
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Death-of-a-Valentine-227665.html
Book 26 in the Hamish MacBeth series, 2009
For my husband, Harry Scott Gibbons.And my agent, Barbara Lowenstein.With love.To MinervaMy temples throb, my pulses boil, I’m sick of Song and Ode and Ballad-So, Thyrisis, take the Midnight Oil And pour it on a lobster salad.My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse or read-Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.– Thomas Hood
Prologue
Over the heathery flanks of the mountains, over the lochs, over the vast tracts of land that make up the county of Sutherland in the very north of Scotland, down to the fishing boats bobbing at anchor along the west coast, the amazing news spread.That most famous of highland bachelors, Police Sergeant Hamish Macbeth, was to be married at last. No, nothing like that mistake he had made before when he had nearly married some Russian. This was love. And he was to be married, right and proper, with a white wedding in the church in his home village of Lochdubh.He was to marry his constable, Jo
Название книги: Death of a Valentine
Автор(ы): M Beaton
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Death-of-a-Valentine-227665.html
Book 26 in the Hamish MacBeth series, 2009
For my husband, Harry Scott Gibbons.And my agent, Barbara Lowenstein.With love.To MinervaMy temples throb, my pulses boil, I’m sick of Song and Ode and Ballad-So, Thyrisis, take the Midnight Oil And pour it on a lobster salad.My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse or read-Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.– Thomas Hood
Prologue
Over the heathery flanks of the mountains, over the lochs, over the vast tracts of land that make up the county of Sutherland in the very north of Scotland, down to the fishing boats bobbing at anchor along the west coast, the amazing news spread.That most famous of highland bachelors, Police Sergeant Hamish Macbeth, was to be married at last. No, nothing like that mistake he had made before when he had nearly married some Russian. This was love. And he was to be married, right and proper, with a white wedding in the church in his home village of Lochdubh.He was to marry his constable, Jo
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