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Название книги: Nine Coaches Waiting
Автор(ы): Mary Stewart
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Nine-Coaches-Waiting-166683.html
© 1958
FIRST AND SECOND COACHES
Chapter 1
0, think upon the pleasures of the palace!Secured ease and state! The stirring meatsReady to move out of the dishes, that e'en nowQuicken when they are eaten…Banquets abroad by torchlight! music! sports!Nine coaches waiting-hurry-hurry-hurry-Ay, to the devil…TOURNEUR: The Revenger's Tragedy.I was thankful that nobody was there to meet me at the airport.We reached Paris just as the light was fading. It had been a soft, grey March day, with the smell of spring in the air. The wet tarmac glistened underfoot; over the airfield the sky looked very high, rinsed by the afternoon's rain to a pale clear blue. Little trails of soft cloud drifted in the wet wind, and a late sunbeam touched them with a fleeting underglow. Away beyond the airport buildings the telegraph-wires swooped gleaming above the road where passing vehicles showed lights already.Some of the baggage was out on the tarmac. I could see my own shabby case wedged between a brand new Revrobe and something
Название книги: Nine Coaches Waiting
Автор(ы): Mary Stewart
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Nine-Coaches-Waiting-166683.html
© 1958
FIRST AND SECOND COACHES
Chapter 1
0, think upon the pleasures of the palace!Secured ease and state! The stirring meatsReady to move out of the dishes, that e'en nowQuicken when they are eaten…Banquets abroad by torchlight! music! sports!Nine coaches waiting-hurry-hurry-hurry-Ay, to the devil…TOURNEUR: The Revenger's Tragedy.I was thankful that nobody was there to meet me at the airport.We reached Paris just as the light was fading. It had been a soft, grey March day, with the smell of spring in the air. The wet tarmac glistened underfoot; over the airfield the sky looked very high, rinsed by the afternoon's rain to a pale clear blue. Little trails of soft cloud drifted in the wet wind, and a late sunbeam touched them with a fleeting underglow. Away beyond the airport buildings the telegraph-wires swooped gleaming above the road where passing vehicles showed lights already.Some of the baggage was out on the tarmac. I could see my own shabby case wedged between a brand new Revrobe and something
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