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- Author: Arthur Train
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548637059
- ISBN-13: 9780548637050
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Without superfluous introduction McAllister made a dive for the door, shouted his address, and jumped inside. The driver, but half-roused from his lethargy, muttered something unintelligible and pulled in his horse. At the same moment the dark figure of a man swiftly emerged from a side street, ran up to the cab, opened the door, threw in a heavy object upon McAllister's feet, and followed it with himself. "Let her go!" he cried, slamming the door. The driver, without hesitation, lashed his horse and started at a furious gallop down the slippery avenue. Then for the first time the stranger perceived McAllister. There was a muttered curse, a gleam of steel as they flashed by a street-lamp, and the clubman felt the cold muzzle of a revolver against his cheek. "Speak, and I'll blow yer head off!"
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- Author: Arthur Train
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 0548637059
- ISBN-13: 9780548637050
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 2 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Without superfluous introduction McAllister made a dive for the door, shouted his address, and jumped inside. The driver, but half-roused from his lethargy, muttered something unintelligible and pulled in his horse. At the same moment the dark figure of a man swiftly emerged from a side street, ran up to the cab, opened the door, threw in a heavy object upon McAllister's feet, and followed it with himself. "Let her go!" he cried, slamming the door. The driver, without hesitation, lashed his horse and started at a furious gallop down the slippery avenue. Then for the first time the stranger perceived McAllister. There was a muttered curse, a gleam of steel as they flashed by a street-lamp, and the clubman felt the cold muzzle of a revolver against his cheek. "Speak, and I'll blow yer head off!"
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