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- Author: Harold MacGrath
- Publisher: Europaischer Hochschulverlag Gmbh & Co. Kg
- Year: 2010
- Pages: 172
- ISBN-10: 3867414556
- ISBN-13: 9783867414555
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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"A London fog, solid, substantial, yellow as an old dog's tooth or a jaundiced eye. You could not look through it, nor yet gaze up and down it, nor over it; and you only thought you saw it. The eye became impotent, untrustworthy; all senses lay fallow except that of touch; the skin alone conveyed to you with promptness and no incertitude that this thing had substance. You could feel it; you could open and shut your hands and sense it on your palms, and it penetrated your clothes and beaded your spectacles and rings and bracelets and shoe-buckles. It was nightmare, bereft of its pillows, grown somnambulistic; and London became the antechamber to Hades, lackeyed by idle dreams and peopled by mistakes." Reprint of the 1915 classic mystery story.
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- Author: Harold MacGrath
- Publisher: Europaischer Hochschulverlag Gmbh & Co. Kg
- Year: 2010
- Pages: 172
- ISBN-10: 3867414556
- ISBN-13: 9783867414555
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
"A London fog, solid, substantial, yellow as an old dog's tooth or a jaundiced eye. You could not look through it, nor yet gaze up and down it, nor over it; and you only thought you saw it. The eye became impotent, untrustworthy; all senses lay fallow except that of touch; the skin alone conveyed to you with promptness and no incertitude that this thing had substance. You could feel it; you could open and shut your hands and sense it on your palms, and it penetrated your clothes and beaded your spectacles and rings and bracelets and shoe-buckles. It was nightmare, bereft of its pillows, grown somnambulistic; and London became the antechamber to Hades, lackeyed by idle dreams and peopled by mistakes." Reprint of the 1915 classic mystery story.
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