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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... looked like a barrister who had thrown his wig to the dogs. We used to remonstrate with him: “You will never see any of your advances if you go on like this, Morrison.” He would put on a knowing air. “I shall squeeze them yet some day ...
... looked like a barrister who had thrown his wig to the dogs. We used to remonstrate with him: “You will never see any of your advances if you go on like this, Morrison.” He would put on a knowing air. “I shall squeeze them yet some day ...
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... looked up with a wild worried expression. He was really in trouble. He had come the week before into Delli and the Portuguese authorities, on some pretence of irregularity in his papers, had inflicted a fine upon him and had arrested ...
... looked up with a wild worried expression. He was really in trouble. He had come the week before into Delli and the Portuguese authorities, on some pretence of irregularity in his papers, had inflicted a fine upon him and had arrested ...
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... looked with sudden disfavour at that noble forehead, at those great martial moustaches, at the tired eyes of the man sitting opposite him. Who the devil was he? What was he, Morrison, doing there, talking like this? Morrison knew no ...
... looked with sudden disfavour at that noble forehead, at those great martial moustaches, at the tired eyes of the man sitting opposite him. Who the devil was he? What was he, Morrison, doing there, talking like this? Morrison knew no ...
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... looked grandiose. The offices in the two capitals may have consisted—and probably did—of one room in each; but at that distance, out East there, all this had an air. We were more puzzled than dazzled, it is true; but even the most ...
... looked grandiose. The offices in the two capitals may have consisted—and probably did—of one room in each; but at that distance, out East there, all this had an air. We were more puzzled than dazzled, it is true; but even the most ...
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... looked after him for a bit in his bungalow. He became visible again rather suddenly, his eyes sunk in his head, and with a sort of guarded attitude, as if afraid someone would reproach him with the death of Morrison. Naive Heyst! As if ...
... looked after him for a bit in his bungalow. He became visible again rather suddenly, his eyes sunk in his head, and with a sort of guarded attitude, as if afraid someone would reproach him with the death of Morrison. Naive Heyst! As if ...
Contents
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