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- Author: George Manville Fenn
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 126
- ISBN-10: 151870414X
- ISBN-13: 9781518704147
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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"My darling! Mine at last!" Ting-tang; ting-tang; ting-tang. Malcolm Stratton, F.Z.S., naturalist, a handsome, dark-complexioned man of eight-and-twenty, started and flushed like a girl as he hurriedly thrust the photograph he had been apostrophising into his breast pocket, and ran to the deep, dingy window of his chambers to look at the clock over the old hall of Bencher's Inn, E.C. It was an unnecessary piece of business, for there was a black marble clock on the old carved oak chimney-piece nestling among Grinling Gibbons' wooden flowers and pippins, and he had been dragging his watch from his pocket every ten minutes since he had risen at seven, taken his bath, and dressed; but he had forgotten the hour the next minute, and gone on making his preparations, haunted by the great dread lest he should be too late.
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- Author: George Manville Fenn
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2015
- Pages: 126
- ISBN-10: 151870414X
- ISBN-13: 9781518704147
- Format: 21.6 x 28 x 0.7 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
"My darling! Mine at last!" Ting-tang; ting-tang; ting-tang. Malcolm Stratton, F.Z.S., naturalist, a handsome, dark-complexioned man of eight-and-twenty, started and flushed like a girl as he hurriedly thrust the photograph he had been apostrophising into his breast pocket, and ran to the deep, dingy window of his chambers to look at the clock over the old hall of Bencher's Inn, E.C. It was an unnecessary piece of business, for there was a black marble clock on the old carved oak chimney-piece nestling among Grinling Gibbons' wooden flowers and pippins, and he had been dragging his watch from his pocket every ten minutes since he had risen at seven, taken his bath, and dressed; but he had forgotten the hour the next minute, and gone on making his preparations, haunted by the great dread lest he should be too late.
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