The Wreck of the Titan Morgan Robertson

The Wreck of the Titan İngilizce Klasik Roman

Before Rowland could reply a shout from the crow's-nest split the air. “Ice,” yelled the lookout; “ice ahead. Iceberg. Right under the bows.” The first officer ran amidships, and the captain, who had remained there, sprang to the engine-room...
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The Wreck of the Titan İngilizce Klasik Roman
The Wreck of the Titan İngilizce Klasik Roman
78.40

Before Rowland could reply a shout from the crow's-nest split the air. “Ice,” yelled the lookout; “ice ahead. Iceberg. Right under the bows.” The first officer ran amidships, and the captain, who had remained there, sprang to the engine-room telegraph, and this time the lever was turned. But in five seconds the bow of the Titan began to lift, and ahead, and on either hand, could be seen, through the fog, a field of ice, which arose in an incline to a hundred feet high in her track. The music in the theater ceased, and among the babel of shouts and cries, and the deafening noise of steel, scraping and crashing over ice, Rowland heard the agonized voice of a woman crying from the bridge steps: “Myra—Myra, where are you? Come back.”



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Hamur Tipi:
2. Hamur
Stok Kodu:
9786059533591
Boyut:
13.00x19.00
Sayfa Sayısı:
252
Baskı:
1
Basım Tarihi:
2017
Kapak Türü:
İnce Kapak
Kağıt Türü:
2. Hamur
Dili:
İngilizce

Before Rowland could reply a shout from the crow's-nest split the air. “Ice,” yelled the lookout; “ice ahead. Iceberg. Right under the bows.” The first officer ran amidships, and the captain, who had remained there, sprang to the engine-room telegraph, and this time the lever was turned. But in five seconds the bow of the Titan began to lift, and ahead, and on either hand, could be seen, through the fog, a field of ice, which arose in an incline to a hundred feet high in her track. The music in the theater ceased, and among the babel of shouts and cries, and the deafening noise of steel, scraping and crashing over ice, Rowland heard the agonized voice of a woman crying from the bridge steps: “Myra—Myra, where are you? Come back.”



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