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THE LOST TRUMPET 255
“Gone where ?”
“Down to my house to arouse Aslaug, I suppose.
At least, Georgios says that the Englishman drove
e tender down there. We here were all too busied
to note.
Down to Gault s ? . . . I looked towards the
wo lights that had shone all night from rooms high
up in the walls of the house. What was happening
there now ? Aslaug Simonssen, her brother’s mui>
deress, her would-be seducer. . . . Had I better go
there and find out ? 8
Pelagueya s voice broke in upon my thoughts I
became aware of a hush in all the camp.
“Anton, come quickly!”
Subchapter iv
■ Hu,ert>sch knelt on the ground at the bottom of the
pit, Marrot peered over his shoulder, the feeble
earn of his electric torch directed into a jagged hole
newly opened. Pelagueya was at the other side of
r ^lt r , aun just withdrawn his pick. The
lights of the bonfires were dying and I stumbled amid
caps of earth as I made towards the grouping at
a r^aS 1 n0ted with a twinge of amusement.
What is it ?”
The groups of labourers broke apart as I jumped
do<yn- ^ Pelagueya caught my sleeve.
Huebsch had squatted above the dark hole,
lowered his immense, gorilla-like arms and inserted
“Gone where ?”
“Down to my house to arouse Aslaug, I suppose.
At least, Georgios says that the Englishman drove
e tender down there. We here were all too busied
to note.
Down to Gault s ? . . . I looked towards the
wo lights that had shone all night from rooms high
up in the walls of the house. What was happening
there now ? Aslaug Simonssen, her brother’s mui>
deress, her would-be seducer. . . . Had I better go
there and find out ? 8
Pelagueya s voice broke in upon my thoughts I
became aware of a hush in all the camp.
“Anton, come quickly!”
Subchapter iv
■ Hu,ert>sch knelt on the ground at the bottom of the
pit, Marrot peered over his shoulder, the feeble
earn of his electric torch directed into a jagged hole
newly opened. Pelagueya was at the other side of
r ^lt r , aun just withdrawn his pick. The
lights of the bonfires were dying and I stumbled amid
caps of earth as I made towards the grouping at
a r^aS 1 n0ted with a twinge of amusement.
What is it ?”
The groups of labourers broke apart as I jumped
do<yn- ^ Pelagueya caught my sleeve.
Huebsch had squatted above the dark hole,
lowered his immense, gorilla-like arms and inserted
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| The books of Lewis Grassic Gibbon > Lost trumpet > (255) |
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| Permanent URL | https://digital.nls.uk/205192792 |
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| Description | J. Leslie Mitchell. |
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| Shelfmark | Vts.143.j.8 |
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| Description | Sixteen books written by Lewis Grassic Gibbon (1901-1935), regarded as the most important Scottish prose writer of the early 20th century. All were published in the last seven years of his life, mostly under his real name, James Leslie Mitchell. They include two works of science fiction, non-fiction works on exploration, short stories set in Egypt, a novel about Spartacus, and the classic 'Scots Quair' trilogy which includes 'Sunset Song'. Mitchell's first book 'Hanno, or the future of exploration' (1928) is rare and has never been republished. |
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