THE GOOD PEOPLE OF PALOCZ(E-könyv)
THE GOOD PEOPLE OF PALOCZ
(E-könyv)
Szállítás:
Azonnal
Elérhető nálunk:
.ePub formátumban
Korábbi ár:
800 Ft
Borító ár:
800 Ft
Rendeléskor fizetendő online ár:
760 Ft
It was a thick, foggy morning; the fog seemed densest in the precincts of the Court House. It had enveloped completely this gloomy building, making it look more repellent than ever. It had settled there as if with a fixed determination to remain.
The very air in the hall smelt of this damp fog, and even the whisky whose odour permeated the entire place was giving way to it.
Leírás
Raktári kód:
180522
ISBN:
9789633810224
EAN:
9789633810224
Gyártó kód:
11474
Megjelenés:
2013.
Oldalszám:
40
Nyelv:
angol
It was a thick, foggy morning; the fog seemed densest in the precincts of the Court House. It had enveloped completely this gloomy building, making it look more repellent than ever. It had settled there as if with a fixed determination to remain.
The very air in the hall smelt of this damp fog, and even the whisky whose odour permeated the entire place was giving way to it. The circular ventilator in the highest window-pane was choked by it, and revolved but slowly.
The judges leaned wearily back in their comfortable chairs; one closed his eyes, and sleepily listened to the scratching of the clerk’s pen; another yawningly drummed with his pencil on the green table, whilst the president, balancing his glasses on the tip of his nose, was mopping his perspiring brow with his handkerchief. In the interval of rest this noble gentleman perspired freely he scrutinized fixedly the door, through which but a few moments previous those people interested in the case just tried had passed.
The very air in the hall smelt of this damp fog, and even the whisky whose odour permeated the entire place was giving way to it. The circular ventilator in the highest window-pane was choked by it, and revolved but slowly.
The judges leaned wearily back in their comfortable chairs; one closed his eyes, and sleepily listened to the scratching of the clerk’s pen; another yawningly drummed with his pencil on the green table, whilst the president, balancing his glasses on the tip of his nose, was mopping his perspiring brow with his handkerchief. In the interval of rest this noble gentleman perspired freely he scrutinized fixedly the door, through which but a few moments previous those people interested in the case just tried had passed.
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