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Date de parution
01 octobre 2013
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EAN13
9781781274668
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
01 octobre 2013
EAN13
9781781274668
Langue
English
“ ‘Fish Street Hill is all gone, John. St Magnus is burnt out, and the bridge is ablaze!’
The shoemaker banged his fist on the table.
‘They should be pulling houses down in its path. What is the mayor doing?’
Mr Harvey shook his head.
‘What do you think? He is taking his breakfast!’ ”
Contents
Title Page Cannon Street, London Sunday 2nd September 1666 3 a.m. Seething Lane, London 2nd September 1666 4 a.m. Cannon Street 2nd September 1666 6 a.m. Seething Lane 2nd September 1666 9 a.m. Cannon Street 2nd September 1666 11 a.m. Seething Lane 2nd September 1666 4 – 8 p.m. Dowgate Dock 2nd September 1666 6 p.m. Seething Lane 2nd September 1666 11 p.m. Lombard Street Monday 3rd September 1666 7 a.m. Seething Lane 3rd September 1666 11 a.m. Cornhill, London 3rd September 1666 Noon Newgate Prison 3rd September 1666 8 p.m. Seething Lane Tuesday 4th September 1666 4 p.m. Ludgate Hill 4th September 1666 8 p.m. Seething Lane Wednesday 5th September 1666 8 a.m. Seething Lane 5th September 1666 8 a.m. Seething Lane 5th September 1666 10 a.m. Epilogue W hat Next? More Shades 2.0 titles Copyright
Cannon Street,
Cannon Street, London Sunday 2nd September 1666 3 a.m.
I don’t know what it was that woke me. It may have been the sound of shouting in the streets. I didn’t usually wake up in the night. My master, John Brown, made sure that he got all the work out of me that he could, so I didn’t get a lot of sleep.
I lay there and listened. There was another sound as well as the shouting; drums were beating, far away in the night. I thought maybe the Dutch had arrived at last. There had been rumours of invasion for days. Maybe there would be fighting in the streets.
I slipped out of bed and opened the tiny attic window. Straight away I knew what was happening. There was a stiff breeze from the east, and I could smell smoke.
