A stormy evening of olive and silver was closing in, as Father Brown, wrapped in a grey Scotch plaid, came to the end of a grey Scotch valley and beheld the strange castle of Glengyle. It stopped one end of the glen or hollow like a blind alley; and it looked like the end of the world. Rising in steep roofs and spires of seagreen slate in the manner of the old French-Scotch chateaux, it reminded an Englishman of the sinister steeple-hats of witches in fairy tales; and the pine woods that rocked round the green turrets looked, by comparison, as black as numberless flocks of ravens.
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| Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
|---|---|---|
| Tek Çekim | 96,60 | 96,60 |
| 3 | 35,19 | 105,56 |
| 6 | 18,58 | 111,47 |
| 9 | 13,04 | 117,38 |
| 12 | 10,27 | 123,27 |
| Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
|---|---|---|
| Tek Çekim | 96,60 | 96,60 |
| 3 | 35,19 | 105,56 |
| 6 | 18,58 | 111,47 |
| 9 | 13,04 | 117,38 |
| 12 | 10,27 | 123,27 |
| Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
|---|---|---|
| Tek Çekim | 96,60 | 96,60 |
| 3 | 35,19 | 105,56 |
| 6 | 18,58 | 111,47 |
| 9 | 13,04 | 117,38 |
| 12 | 10,27 | 123,27 |
| Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
|---|---|---|
| Tek Çekim | 96,60 | 96,60 |
| 3 | 35,19 | 105,56 |
| 6 | 18,58 | 111,47 |
| 9 | 13,04 | 117,38 |
| 12 | 10,27 | 123,27 |
| Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
|---|---|---|
| Tek Çekim | 96,60 | 96,60 |
| 3 | 35,19 | 105,56 |
| 6 | 18,58 | 111,47 |
| 9 | 13,04 | 117,38 |
| 12 | 10,27 | 123,27 |
| Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
|---|---|---|
| Tek Çekim | 96,60 | 96,60 |
| 3 | 35,19 | 105,56 |
| 6 | 18,58 | 111,47 |
| 9 | 13,04 | 117,38 |
| 12 | 10,27 | 123,27 |
| Taksit Sayısı | Taksit tutarı | Genel Toplam |
|---|---|---|
| Tek Çekim | 96,60 | 96,60 |
| 3 | - | - |
| 6 | - | - |
| 9 | - | - |
| 12 | - | - |
A stormy evening of olive and silver was closing in, as Father Brown, wrapped in a grey Scotch plaid, came to the end of a grey Scotch valley and beheld the strange castle of Glengyle. It stopped one end of the glen or hollow like a blind alley; and it looked like the end of the world. Rising in steep roofs and spires of seagreen slate in the manner of the old French-Scotch chateaux, it reminded an Englishman of the sinister steeple-hats of witches in fairy tales; and the pine woods that rocked round the green turrets looked, by comparison, as black as numberless flocks of ravens.