原版英文小说Adrien Leroy
It was a cold night in early spring, and the West End streets werenearly deserted. The great shutters of the shops were being drawn downwith a dull rumble, and every moment the pavements grew more drearylooking as the glories of the plate-glass windows were hidden.
It was a cold night in early spring, and the West End streets werenearly deserted. The great shutters of the shops were being drawn downwith a dull rumble, and every moment the pavements grew more drearylooking as the glories of the plate-glass windows were hidden.