Cuentos góticos by Elizabeth Gaskell
By Elizabeth Gaskell
Desapariciones misteriosas, fantasmas vengativos, caballeros y aristócratas con una doble vida de asesinos y bandidos, maldiciones que se vuelven contra los descendientes de quien las pronunció... Los clásicos elementos góticos que atrajeron a los angeles autora podría pensarse que se impusieron al carácter cotidiano y a los angeles proyección social de sus temas habituales.
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