SINOPSIS DEL LIBRO

I WAS passing through the waiting-room of the Morning Journal on a certain evening last year when my attention was drawn to a man seated in a corner He was dressed in black and his appearance was that of the deepest dejection In fact upon his face I read the most melancholy despair He was not weeping his eyes were dry and almost expressionless and received the impression of exterior objects like motionless ice He had placed upon his knees a small...Seguir leyendo