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Page 12
He has arrived ! My brother , ' she added hesitantly , as if she were introducing
me to someone . ' Oh , yes – my brother ! She fell silent for a moment . ' You know
, Kostik , Mother and I had long arguments about what colour to paint the walls .
He has arrived ! My brother , ' she added hesitantly , as if she were introducing
me to someone . ' Oh , yes – my brother ! She fell silent for a moment . ' You know
, Kostik , Mother and I had long arguments about what colour to paint the walls .
Page 70
Ivanov whispered to me that that hall was unique because it was swung on huge
ship chains fixed to the walls . I did not believe him . I did not see any chains , yet
I tried to detect the imperceptible swaying of the parquet floor . If the hall had ...
Ivanov whispered to me that that hall was unique because it was swung on huge
ship chains fixed to the walls . I did not believe him . I did not see any chains , yet
I tried to detect the imperceptible swaying of the parquet floor . If the hall had ...
Page 146
The castle was called ' Dead Waters ' because of the motionless waters of the
lagoon . We reached Aigues - Mortes by the evening . The monolithic pile of walls
and towers rose up in the crepuscular sky . It rose straight out of the sandy plain .
The castle was called ' Dead Waters ' because of the motionless waters of the
lagoon . We reached Aigues - Mortes by the evening . The monolithic pile of walls
and towers rose up in the crepuscular sky . It rose straight out of the sandy plain .
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