Greenmantle - John Buchan
Greenmantle es la segunda de las cinco novelas de John Buchan con el personaje de Richard Hannay , publicado por primera vez en 1916 por Hodder & Stoughton , Londres . Es una de las dos novelas de Hannay ambientadas durante la Primera Guerra Mundial , la otra es el Sr. Standfast (1919); La primera y más conocida aventura de Hannay, The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915), se desarrolla en el período inmediatamente anterior a la guerra.
Greenmantle es la segunda de las cinco novelas de John Buchan con el personaje de Richard Hannay , publicado por primera vez en 1916 por Hodder & Stoughton , Londres . Es una de las dos novelas de Hannay ambientadas durante la Primera Guerra Mundial , la otra es el Sr. Standfast (1919); La primera y más conocida aventura de Hannay, The Thirty-Nine Steps (1915), se desarrolla en el período inmediatamente anterior a la guerra.
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I told him in a hectic sentence, for I was beginning to feel badly rattled<br />
myself.<br />
'You've never been in greater danger in your life,' said the voice. 'Great God,<br />
man, what brought you wandering here today of all days?'<br />
You can imagine that I was pretty scared, for Sandy was the last man to put a<br />
case too high. And the next second I felt worse, for he clutched my arm and<br />
dragged me in a bound to the side of the road. I could see nothing, but I felt that<br />
his head was screwed round, and mine followed suit. And there, a dozen yards<br />
off, were the acetylene lights of a big motor-car.<br />
It came along very slowly, purring like a great cat, while we pressed into the<br />
bushes. The headlights seemed to spread a fan far to either side, showing the full<br />
width of the drive and its borders, and about half the height of the over-arching<br />
trees. There was a figure in uniform sitting beside the chauffeur, whom I saw<br />
dimly in the reflex glow, but the body of the car was dark.<br />
It crept towards us, passed, and my mind was just getting easy again when it<br />
stopped. A switch was snapped within, and the limousine was brightly lit up.<br />
Inside I saw a woman's figure.<br />
The servant had got out and opened the door and a voice came from within—<br />
a clear soft voice speaking in some tongue I didn't understand. Sandy had started<br />
forward at the sound of it, and I followed him. It would never do for me to be<br />
caught skulking in the bushes.<br />
I was so dazzled by the suddenness of the glare that at first I blinked and saw<br />
nothing. Then my eyes cleared and I found myself looking at the inside of a car<br />
upholstered in some soft dove-coloured fabric, and beautifully finished off in<br />
ivory and silver. The woman who sat in it had a mantilla of black lace over her<br />
head and shoulders, and with one slender jewelled hand she kept its fold over the<br />
greater part of her face. I saw only a pair of pale grey-blue eyes—these and the<br />
slim fingers.<br />
I remember that Sandy was standing very upright with his hands on his hips,<br />
by no means like a servant in the presence of his mistress. He was a fine figure<br />
of a man at all times, but in those wild clothes, with his head thrown back and<br />
his dark brows drawn below his skull-cap, he looked like some savage king out<br />
of an older world. He was speaking Turkish, and glancing at me now and then as