Denis Dent

Denis Dent is a mystery story by Ernest W. Hornung. Hornung was an English author and poet known for his "gentleman thief" fiction. Excerpt: "It was the horrible striking of an iron ship: a terrific crash under the mizzen-chains, and there she quivered like a rat in a terrier's teeth. And the devilish seas that had run with her, hunted with her, how they fell on her now, and swept and trampled her from the moment she was down!"

Reproduction of the original: Denis Dent by E.W Hornung

Denis DentA NovelByErnest W. Hornung

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"[...]medicine. Denis filled the inverted neck as he ran, and was soon spilling as much over the marble face as he managed to get between the bloodless lips. Then, for the first time, fear came to him: he retreated a little on his knees. The stuff had caught her breath, her eyelids twitched, and as she coughed the marble flushed to flesh. She did not quite open her eyes. "I am so cold," she moaned; and the white feet were drawn up a very little, but so stiffly, as though the whole body had been dragged with them.[...]".