From: CBS%UK.AC.STRATHCLYDE.VAXE::CHZS01 16-DEC-1988 12:23:10.08
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Subj: Brighton Rock
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Date: 16-DEC-1988 12:14:26 GMT
From: CHZS01@UK.AC.STRATHCLYDE.VAXE
To: ARCHIVE@UK.AC.OXFORD.VAX
Subject: Brighton Rock
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<D 1938> [This ed. 1970 Bodley Head]
<A. G. Greene>
<T Brighton Rock>
<S I>
<C i>
<P 1>
Hale knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours,
that they meant to murder him. With his inky fingers
and his bitten nails, his manner cynical and nervous,
anybody could tell he didn't belong -- belong to the early
summer sun, the cool Whitsun wind off the sea, the
holiday crowd. They came in by train from Victoria every
five minutes, rocked down Queen's Road standing on the
tops of the little local trams, stepped off in bewildered
mul . . .
