Medias
Dubliners
THERE was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it was vacation time) and studied the lighted square of window: and night after night I had found it lighted in the same way, faintly and evenly. If he was dead, I thought, I would see the reflection of candles on the darkened blind for I knew that two candles must be set at the head of a corpse
Technical specifications
Release date | January 01th 2008 |
Language | French |
Publisher | eBooksLib (en) |
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