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HILDA LESSWAYS (THE CLAYHANGER TRILOGY) (VOL. II)
Por Arnold Bennett
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Sinopsis
He turned to the left, toward the High Street and the great cleared space out of which the cellarage of the new Town Hall had already been scooped. He carried his thick gloves in his white and elegant hand, as one who did not feel the frost. She stepped after him. Their breaths whitened the keen air. She was extremely afraid, and considered herself an abject coward, but she was determined to the point of desperation. He ought to know the truth and he ought to know it at once: nothing else mattered. She reflected in her terror: "If I don't begin right off, he will be asking me to begin, and that will be worse than ever."
Ficha Técnica
Editorial: House of Stratus
ISBN: 9780755106691
Idioma: Inglés
Número de páginas: 367
Tiempo de lectura: 7h 34m
Encuadernación: Tapa blanda
Fecha de lanzamiento: 22/04/2005
Año de edición: 2003
Plaza de edición: North Yorkshire
Alto: 20.0 cm
Ancho: 13.0 cm
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Sinopsis
He turned to the left, toward the High Street and the great cleared space out of which the cellarage of the new Town Hall had already been scooped. He carried his thick gloves in his white and elegant hand, as one who did not feel the frost. She stepped after him. Their breaths whitened the keen air. She was extremely afraid, and considered herself an abject coward, but she was determined to the point of desperation. He ought to know the truth and he ought to know it at once: nothing else mattered. She reflected in her terror: "If I don't begin right off, he will be asking me to begin, and that will be worse than ever."