SINOPSIS DEL LIBRO

The night was as black as ink not a solitary twinkling star looked out through that wide expanse of shadow which our great Poet has called the blanket of the dark clouds covered the heaven the moon had not risen to tinge them even with grey and the sun had too long set to leave one faint streak of purple upon the edge of the western sky Trees houses villages fields and gardens all lay in one profound obscurity and even the course of the high-road...Seguir leyendo