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3563615Jarwin and Cuffyhttps://www.gandhi.com.mx/jarwin-and-cuffy-9789635240845/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3012931/844903fc-13e2-47be-9fce-52df69a7f651.jpg?v=638384760722600000MXNBooklassicOutOfStock/Ebooks/<p>Excerpt: "In all the wide expanse of ocean that surrounded that island, there was nothing visible save one small, solitary speck on the far-off horizon. It might have been mistaken for a seagull, but it was in reality a rafta mass of spars and planks rudely bound together with ropes. A boats mast rose from the centre of it, on which hung a rag of sail, and a small red flag drooped motionless from its summit. There were a few casks on the highest part of the raft, but no living soul was visible. Nevertheless, it was not without tenants. In a hollow between two of the spars, under the shadow of one of the casks, lay the form of a man. The canvas trousers, cotton shirt, blue jacket, and open necktie, bespoke him a sailor, but it seemed as though there were nothing left save the dead body of the unfortunate tar, so pale and thin and ghastly were his features. A terrier dog lay beside him, so shrunken that it looked like a mere scrap of door-matting. Both man and dog were apparently dead, but they were not so in reality, for, after lying about an hour quite motionless, the man slowly opened his eyes.</p><p>Ah, reader, it would have touched your heart to have seen those eyes! They were so deep set, as if in dark caverns, and so unnaturally large. They gazed round in a vacant way for a few moments, until they fell on the dog. Then a gleam of fire shot through them, and their owner raised his large, gaunt, wasted frame on one elbow, while he gazed with a look of eagerness, which was perfectly awful, at his dumb companion.</p><p>Not dead yet! he said, drawing a long sigh."</p>...3499463Jarwin and Cuffy00https://www.gandhi.com.mx/jarwin-and-cuffy-9789635240845/phttps://gandhi.vtexassets.com/arquivos/ids/3012931/844903fc-13e2-47be-9fce-52df69a7f651.jpg?v=638384760722600000OutOfStockMXN0DIEbook20159789635240845_W3siaWQiOiI5YTkwNTg2MS1kOWM2LTQ0YWMtYTFjZC00YmQ0NGE0Y2Q0MGYiLCJsaXN0UHJpY2UiOjEzLCJkaXNjb3VudCI6MCwic2VsbGluZ1ByaWNlIjoxMywiaW5jbHVkZXNUYXgiOnRydWUsInByaWNlVHlwZSI6IklwcCIsImN1cnJlbmN5IjoiTVhOIiwiZnJvbSI6IjIwMjQtMDUtMjBUMjE6MDA6MDBaIiwicmVnaW9uIjoiTVgiLCJpc1ByZW9yZGVyIjpmYWxzZX1d9789635240845_<p>Excerpt: In all the wide expanse of ocean that surrounded that island, there was nothing visible save one small, solitary speck on the far-off horizon. It might have been mistaken for a seagull, but it was in reality a rafta mass of spars and planks rudely bound together with ropes. A boats mast rose from the centre of it, on which hung a rag of sail, and a small red flag drooped motionless from its summit. There were a few casks on the highest part of the raft, but no living soul was visible. Nevertheless, it was not without tenants. In a hollow between two of the spars, under the shadow of one of the casks, lay the form of a man. The canvas trousers, cotton shirt, blue jacket, and open necktie, bespoke him a sailor, but it seemed as though there were nothing left save the dead body of the unfortunate tar, so pale and thin and ghastly were his features. A terrier dog lay beside him, so shrunken that it looked like a mere scrap of door-matting. Both man and dog were apparently dead, but they were not so in reality, for, after lying about an hour quite motionless, the man slowly opened his eyes.</p><p>Ah, reader, it would have touched your heart to have seen those eyes! They were so deep set, as if in dark caverns, and so unnaturally large. They gazed round in a vacant way for a few moments, until they fell on the dog. Then a gleam of fire shot through them, and their owner raised his large, gaunt, wasted frame on one elbow, while he gazed with a look of eagerness, which was perfectly awful, at his dumb companion.</p><p>Not dead yet! he said, drawing a long sigh.</p>...(*_*)9789635240845_<p>Excerpt: "In all the wide expanse of ocean that surrounded that island, there was nothing visible save one small, solitary speck on the far-off horizon. It might have been mistaken for a seagull, but it was in reality a rafta mass of spars and planks rudely bound together with ropes. A boats mast rose from the centre of it, on which hung a rag of sail, and a small red flag drooped motionless from its summit. There were a few casks on the highest part of the raft, but no living soul was visible. Nevertheless, it was not without tenants. In a hollow between two of the spars, under the shadow of one of the casks, lay the form of a man. The canvas trousers, cotton shirt, blue jacket, and open necktie, bespoke him a sailor, but it seemed as though there were nothing left save the dead body of the unfortunate tar, so pale and thin and ghastly were his features. A terrier dog lay beside him, so shrunken that it looked like a mere scrap of door-matting. Both man and dog were apparently dead, but they were not so in reality, for, after lying about an hour quite motionless, the man slowly opened his eyes.</p><p>Ah, reader, it would have touched your heart to have seen those eyes! They were so deep set, as if in dark caverns, and so unnaturally large. They gazed round in a vacant way for a few moments, until they fell on the dog. Then a gleam of fire shot through them, and their owner raised his large, gaunt, wasted frame on one elbow, while he gazed with a look of eagerness, which was perfectly awful, at his dumb companion.</p><p>Not dead yet! he said, drawing a long sigh."</p>...9789635240845_Booklassiclibro_electonico_cbb3754f-c8da-33de-85b6-739644cd7777_9789635240845;9789635240845_9789635240845Robert MichaelInglésMéxicohttps://getbook.kobo.com/koboid-prod-public/content2connect_drm-epub-12337c5d-80cc-4b7e-b943-89f72034ba2a.epub2015-06-18T00:00:00+00:00Booklassic