Victory - An Island TaleThis vintage book contains Joseph Conrad's 1915 psychological novel, "Victory: An Island Tale". It is the story of Axel Heyst who, after a series of unfortunate events, finds himself living on an Indonesian island with his Chinese assistant, Wang. After Heyst rescues a woman from an attempted sexual assault on a nearby island, the would-be perpetrator tries to frame him for a murder. Joseph Conrad (1857 - 1924) was a Polish author who is considered to be one of the greatest authors in the English language. He first gained popular success through the writing of this novel. Many vintage texts such as this are increasingly scarce and expensive, and it is with this in mind that we are republishing this volume now, in an affordable, high-quality, modern edition. It comes complete with a specially commissioned biography of the author. |
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... doors of the Temple of Janus flying open with a crash shook the minds, the hearts, the consciences of men all over the world. Such coincidence could not be treated lightly. And I made up my mind to let the word stand, in the same ...
... doors of the Temple of Janus flying open with a crash shook the minds, the hearts, the consciences of men all over the world. Such coincidence could not be treated lightly. And I made up my mind to let the word stand, in the same ...
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... doors opened on to it, but all the screens were down. Not a soul was in sight, not even a China boy—nothing but a lot of painted iron chairs and tables. Solitude, shade, and gloomy silence—and a faint, treacherous breeze which came from ...
... doors opened on to it, but all the screens were down. Not a soul was in sight, not even a China boy—nothing but a lot of painted iron chairs and tables. Solitude, shade, and gloomy silence—and a faint, treacherous breeze which came from ...
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... door, looking out, affected perfect indifference. He could not keep it up, though. Suddenly he turned inward and asked with brusque rage: “You wanted to see him?” “Why, yes,” said Davidson. “We agreed to meet—” “Don't you bother. He ...
... door, looking out, affected perfect indifference. He could not keep it up, though. Suddenly he turned inward and asked with brusque rage: “You wanted to see him?” “Why, yes,” said Davidson. “We agreed to meet—” “Don't you bother. He ...
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... door somewhere at his back opened, and a woman came in who was looked upon as Schomberg's wife, no doubt with truth. As somebody remarked cynically once, she was too unattractive to be anything else. The opinion that he treated her ...
... door somewhere at his back opened, and a woman came in who was looked upon as Schomberg's wife, no doubt with truth. As somebody remarked cynically once, she was too unattractive to be anything else. The opinion that he treated her ...
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... door opening on to the “piazza.” It paused, then went on in the same low pitch: “There was even one English girl.” “Poor devil!”—said Davidson, “I suppose these women are not much better than slaves really. Was that fellow with the dyed ...
... door opening on to the “piazza.” It paused, then went on in the same low pitch: “There was even one English girl.” “Poor devil!”—said Davidson, “I suppose these women are not much better than slaves really. Was that fellow with the dyed ...
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