【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】＜p＞Lifting aside the heavy tapestry that hung down in front of the window of the tourelle which formed an angle of the roomーa window from which the Bastille might be seen frowning over the Quartier St. Antoine, a third of a mile awayーthe man shrugged his shoulders, uttered a peevish exclamation, and muttered, next:＜br /＞ "Snow! Snow! Snow! Always snow! Curse the snow!" Then he turned back into the room, letting the curtain fall behind him, and seated himself once more in a heavy fauteuil opposite the great fireplace, up the chimney of which the logs roared in a cheerful blaze.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。