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Название книги: The Keys Of Hell
Автор(ы): Jack Higgins
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Keys-Of-Hell-152045.html
The third book in the Paul Chavasse series, 1965
There are no Keys to Hell-the doors are open to all men.– Albanian proverb
MANHATTAN, 1995ONE
THE DREAM WAS ALWAYS THE SAME. Plunging into the marsh, forcing his way through the reeds and mist, pushing the punt hard, Guilio Orsini standing at the front finding the way through and then the engine close by breaking into life and a burst of machine-gun fire.Guilio went over headfirst, always did, and Chavasse floundered through the reeds and the bitterly cold water and then, mysteriously, like a curtain, the reeds parted and there was the lagoon and the boat, the Buona Esperanza, and Orsini was at the rail leaning over, a hand outstretched.“Now, Paul, now.”And Chavasse reached and the mist seemed to increase and there was the roaring of the engine and the boat slapped away, vanished, and he was alone again.CHAVASSE WAS SUBJECT TO DREAMS OF THE past, and had always suspected it was a legacy of his Breton father. An old race, the Bretons, an ancient people. But this
Название книги: The Keys Of Hell
Автор(ы): Jack Higgins
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Keys-Of-Hell-152045.html
The third book in the Paul Chavasse series, 1965
There are no Keys to Hell-the doors are open to all men.– Albanian proverb
MANHATTAN, 1995ONE
THE DREAM WAS ALWAYS THE SAME. Plunging into the marsh, forcing his way through the reeds and mist, pushing the punt hard, Guilio Orsini standing at the front finding the way through and then the engine close by breaking into life and a burst of machine-gun fire.Guilio went over headfirst, always did, and Chavasse floundered through the reeds and the bitterly cold water and then, mysteriously, like a curtain, the reeds parted and there was the lagoon and the boat, the Buona Esperanza, and Orsini was at the rail leaning over, a hand outstretched.“Now, Paul, now.”And Chavasse reached and the mist seemed to increase and there was the roaring of the engine and the boat slapped away, vanished, and he was alone again.CHAVASSE WAS SUBJECT TO DREAMS OF THE past, and had always suspected it was a legacy of his Breton father. An old race, the Bretons, an ancient people. But this
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