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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
LA nuit etait sombre. Une bise glaciale passait sur Paris avec un sifflement aigu, figeant l'eau des ruisseaux et attachant des stalactites aux vitres des fenetres. Onze heures venaient de sonner a Sainte-Clotilde, avec cette vibration triste qui prolonge le tintement des cloches dans la brume ouatee des soirees d'hiver.
Au premier etage d'un vieil hotel de la rue de Grenelle, un homme paraissant age de vingt-cinq ans, aux traits fins et distingues, etait assis dans un moelleux fauteuil, a l'angle d'une cheminee ou petillait un feu clair…
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
LA nuit etait sombre. Une bise glaciale passait sur Paris avec un sifflement aigu, figeant l'eau des ruisseaux et attachant des stalactites aux vitres des fenetres. Onze heures venaient de sonner a Sainte-Clotilde, avec cette vibration triste qui prolonge le tintement des cloches dans la brume ouatee des soirees d'hiver.
Au premier etage d'un vieil hotel de la rue de Grenelle, un homme paraissant age de vingt-cinq ans, aux traits fins et distingues, etait assis dans un moelleux fauteuil, a l'angle d'une cheminee ou petillait un feu clair…