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A Monk Of Cruta

Auhtor: E Phillips Oppenheim

Language: english
Published: 1894

Genres:

thriller
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Review by Stephen M. Charme, June 2010


Rating: (*****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Monk Of Cruta':

A Monk Of Cruta With Linked Toc by E Phillips Oppenheim. This ebook is complete with linked Table of Content making navigation quicker and easier. Edward Phillips Oppenheim October 22 1866 - February 3 1946 was an English novelist in his lifetime a major and successful writer of genre fiction including thrillers. Featured on the cover of Time magazine on September 12 1927 he was the self-styled prince of storytellers. He composed some one hundred and fifty novels mainly of the suspense and international intrigue nature but including romances comedies and parables of everyday life. He was the earliest writer of spy fiction as understood today and invented the Rogue Male school of adventure thrillers that was later exploited by John Buchan and Geoffrey Household. Undoubtedly his most renowned work was The Great Impersonation it was filmed thrice the last time as a strong piece of wartime propaganda. Perhaps Oppenheim s most enduring creation is the character of General Besserley the protagonist of General Besserley s Puzzle Box and General Besserley s New Puzzle Box one of his last works . Much of Oppenheim s work possesses a unique escapist charm featuring protagonists who delight in Epicurean meals surroundings of intense luxury and the relaxed pursuit of criminal practice on either side of the law. ---From Wikipedia

Excerpts from the Book 'A Monk Of Cruta':


... he bade them, and for the first time his face was fully revealed in the straggling twilight. A flowing grey beard, still plentifully streaked with black, ...
... 'Monsieur le Captaine,' my interpreter called him, the young man added, with a fine scorn in his raised voice. Imagine it. Well, I gave him your ...
... after the cab. The incident troubled him, as much for her sake as his own. But, looking into her face, he could not see that she was in any way disturbed, ...
... more than intimacy even in their friendship up till twelve months ago and Paul had certain recollections of their last interview, which had made ...
... cheeks. I have some engagements for next week, and-and-I'm sure I can't manage it.. The mater'll be disappointed, Paul said quietly. She is ...
... His sudden passion, her strange Eastern beauty, and the fascination which it had exercised over him, together with the soft sensuousness of her surroundings, ...
... I stepped back underneath it. It was like going into the bowels of the earth and, every now and then, there was a roar over my head which made me ...
... neither himself nor his horses in the desperate attempt to reach such a stage of physical exhaustion as should make his mind a blank-as should ...
... still trembling, and had all the appearance of a woman sore stricken by some unexpected calamity. Even her voice was faint and broken. Father Adrian ...
... here.. I did not. No one could have been more surprised to see her than I was.. Lady May was growing very stiff. She sat up in her saddle, and ...
... weeping. She looked at me pleadingly. Do not blame me more than you can help. she said. It was a great shock to me to see you-with the son of ...
... round almost fiercely upon his companion. Now speak. he said. I am ready to hear all.. The priest looked at him steadily for a moment, and ...
... he said in a low tone. You mean that you will not tell me.. The priest inclined his head. Paul turned upon him fiercely, He was my father's murderer, ...
... word, Irene. I cried, struggling to free myself. Just one word.. 'Farewell.. 'Irene, you are my wife. Have you nothing else ...
... The idea excited me. I found myself trembling with a passion that was not of fear, and, suddenly stooping down, I picked up a sharp flint, and grasped ...
... with the perfume of violets, and early stocks and hyacinths, mingled every now and then with a more delicate perfume from the greenhouses on the other ...
... dirty Italian lugger which put in at their harbour for a few hours week by week. Will she need a pilot. cried Francesco, rising in his boat, and watching ...
... truth. In a few hours all had been changed. His sorrows seemed numbed. He was no longer battling alone with his grief. Adrea knew all, and as they ...
... questioned him closely. He declared solemnly that I could not live a fortnight it was impossible. I put my suspicions away. It was for the honour of ...
... I shall see him again. My heart is torn with the agony of it. I cannot bear it any longer. If he is not here in half an hour I shall end it. He ...