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Page 114
Pan Kturenda gave a sob, dived down and tried to kiss my hand. I snatched it
away. Amalia stood in the doorway, watching him through narrowed eyes. Never
before had I seen such a mean expression on her face. It struck me that, if I had ...
Pan Kturenda gave a sob, dived down and tried to kiss my hand. I snatched it
away. Amalia stood in the doorway, watching him through narrowed eyes. Never
before had I seen such a mean expression on her face. It struck me that, if I had ...
Page 133
One of the busiest centres for the manufacture of money as well as of hooch was
Pan Kturenda's room. Ever since the pompous little man had pushed me into the
Hetman's army, he showed me an affection rather like that of the hangman for ...
One of the busiest centres for the manufacture of money as well as of hooch was
Pan Kturenda's room. Ever since the pompous little man had pushed me into the
Hetman's army, he showed me an affection rather like that of the hangman for ...
Page 134
'I can paint,' Kturenda said importantly, sticking out his lip with its cropped little
moustache, 'I can paint up to three a day. Sometimes even five. It depends ... No
one is going to lay a finger on Pan Kturenda.' 'It's not prison I'm afraid of,' the old ...
'I can paint,' Kturenda said importantly, sticking out his lip with its cropped little
moustache, 'I can paint up to three a day. Sometimes even five. It depends ... No
one is going to lay a finger on Pan Kturenda.' 'It's not prison I'm afraid of,' the old ...
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Contents
Whirlpool pagej 2 Blue Torches | 23 |
3 The Journalists Cafe | 56 |
4 The Hall with the Fountain | 58 |
Copyright | |
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