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- Autorius: Edgar Allen Poe
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2015
- Puslapiai: 206
- ISBN-10: 1514148501
- ISBN-13: 9781514148501
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
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At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18-, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisiême, No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Rogêt. I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G-, the Prefect of the Parisian police.
- Autorius: Edgar Allen Poe
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2015
- Puslapiai: 206
- ISBN-10: 1514148501
- ISBN-13: 9781514148501
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18-, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisiême, No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the evening; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Rogêt. I looked upon it, therefore, as something of a coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G-, the Prefect of the Parisian police.
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