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The Mystery of Edwin Drood

by Charles Dickens

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  1. 01Front matter~1 min
  2. 02CHAPTER I. THE DAWN — part 1~25 min
  3. 03CHAPTER I. THE DAWN — part 2~9 min
  4. 04CHAPTER III. THE NUNS’ HOUSE — part 1~25 min
  5. 05CHAPTER III. THE NUNS’ HOUSE — part 2~2 min
  6. 06CHAPTER IV. MR. SAPSEA~22 min
  7. 07CHAPTER V. MR. DURDLES AND FRIEND~15 min
  8. 08CHAPTER VI. PHILANTHROPY IN MINOR CANON CORNER~24 min
  9. 09CHAPTER VII. MORE CONFIDENCES THAN ONE~22 min
  10. 10CHAPTER VIII. DAGGERS DRAWN~22 min
  11. 11CHAPTER IX. BIRDS IN THE BUSH — part 1~25 min
  12. 12CHAPTER IX. BIRDS IN THE BUSH — part 2~11 min
  13. 13CHAPTER X. SMOOTHING THE WAY — part 1~25 min
  14. 14CHAPTER X. SMOOTHING THE WAY — part 2~10 min
  15. 15CHAPTER XI. A PICTURE AND A RING — part 1~25 min
  16. 16CHAPTER XI. A PICTURE AND A RING — part 2~8 min
  17. 17CHAPTER XII. A NIGHT WITH DURDLES — part 1~25 min
  18. 18CHAPTER XII. A NIGHT WITH DURDLES — part 2~8 min
  19. 19I—ket—ches—Im—out—ar—ter—ten!”~1 min
  20. 20CHAPTER XIII. BOTH AT THEIR BEST — part 1~25 min
  21. 21CHAPTER XIII. BOTH AT THEIR BEST — part 2~1 min
  22. 22CHAPTER XIV. WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN? — part 1~25 min
  23. 23CHAPTER XIV. WHEN SHALL THESE THREE MEET AGAIN? — part 2~8 min
  24. 24CHAPTER XV. IMPEACHED~20 min
  25. 25CHAPTER XVI. DEVOTED~25 min
  26. 26CHAPTER XVII. PHILANTHROPY, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL — part 1~25 min
  27. 27CHAPTER XVII. PHILANTHROPY, PROFESSIONAL AND UNPROFESSIONAL — part 2~11 min
  28. 28CHAPTER XVIII. A SETTLER IN CLOISTERHAM~20 min
  29. 29CHAPTER XIX. SHADOW ON THE SUN-DIAL~18 min
  30. 30CHAPTER XX. A FLIGHT~25 min

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An ancient English Cathedral Tower? How can the ancient English Cathedral tower be here! The well-known massive gray square tower of its old Cathedral? How can that be here! There is no spike of rusty iron in the air, between the eye and it, from any point of the real prospect. What is the spike that intervenes, and who has set it up? Maybe it is set up by the Sultan’s orders for the impaling of a horde of Turkish robbers, one by one. It is so, for cymbals clash, and the Sultan goes by to his palace in long procession. Ten thousand scimitars flash in the sunlight, and thrice ten thousand dancing-girls strew flowers. Then, follow white elephants caparisoned in countless gorgeous colours, and infinite in number and attendants. Still the Cathedral Tower rises in the background, where it cannot be, and still no writhing figure is on the grim spike. Stay! Is the spike so low a thing as the rusty spike on the top of a post of an old bedstead that has tumbled all awry? Some vague period of drowsy laughter must be devoted to the consideration of this possibility. Shaking from head to foot, the man whose scattered consciousness has thus fantastically pieced itself together, at length rises, supports his trembling frame upon his arms, and looks around. He is in the meanest and closest of small rooms. Through the ragged window-curtain, the light of early day steals in from a miserable co…

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