The Death Shot. Майн Рид

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СКАЧАТЬ Chapter Forty Six.

       Chapter Forty Seven.

       Chapter Forty Eight.

       Chapter Forty Nine.

       Chapter Fifty.

       Chapter Fifty One.

       Chapter Fifty Two.

       Chapter Fifty Three.

       Chapter Fifty Four.

       Chapter Fifty Five.

       Chapter Fifty Six.

       Chapter Fifty Seven.

       Chapter Fifty Eight.

       Chapter Fifty Nine.

       Chapter Sixty.

       Chapter Sixty One.

       Chapter Sixty Two.

       Chapter Sixty Three.

       Chapter Sixty Four.

       Chapter Sixty Five.

       Chapter Sixty Six.

       Chapter Sixty Seven.

       Chapter Sixty Eight.

       Chapter Sixty Nine.

       Chapter Seventy.

       Chapter Seventy One.

       Chapter Seventy Two.

       Chapter Seventy Three.

       Chapter Seventy Four.

       Chapter Seventy Five.

       Chapter Seventy Six.

       Chapter Seventy Seven.

       Chapter Seventy Eight.

       Chapter Seventy Nine.

       Chapter Eighty.

       Chapter Eighty One.

       Chapter Eighty Two.

       Chapter Eighty Three.

       Chapter Eighty Four.

       Chapter Eighty Five.

       Chapter Eighty Six.

       Chapter Eighty Seven.

Preface.

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      Long time since this hand hath penned a preface. Now only to say, that this romance, as originally published, was written when the author was suffering severe affliction, both physically and mentally—the result of a gun-wound that brought him as near to death as Darke’s bullet did Clancy.

      It may be asked, Why under such strain was the tale written at all? A good reason could be given; but this, private and personal, need not, and should not be intruded on the public. Suffice it to say, that, dissatisfied with the execution of the work, the author has remodelled—almost rewritten it.

      It is the same story; but, as he hopes and believes, better told.

      Great Malvern, September, 1874.

Prologue.

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      Plain, treeless, shrubless, smooth as a sleeping sea. Grass upon it; this so short, that the smallest quadruped could not cross over without being seen. Even the crawling reptile would not be concealed among its tufts.

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