The Complete Works of Joseph Conrad, Volume 18Doubleday, Page & Company, 1921 |
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... lips . I will not disclose the real name of the criminal ship but the first I heard of her homicidal habits was from the late Captain Blake , commanding a London ship in which I served in 1884 as Second Officer . Captain Blake was , of ...
... lips . I will not disclose the real name of the criminal ship but the first I heard of her homicidal habits was from the late Captain Blake , commanding a London ship in which I served in 1884 as Second Officer . Captain Blake was , of ...
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... lip thoughtfully as if absorbed by a perplexing mental process - then followed the others without haste . The door was locked , and the adjutant carried off the key . By noon the heat of that vaulted place crammed to suffocation had ...
... lip thoughtfully as if absorbed by a perplexing mental process - then followed the others without haste . The door was locked , and the adjutant carried off the key . By noon the heat of that vaulted place crammed to suffocation had ...
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... lip trembled ; he seemed on the point of either bursting into a fit of rage or into tears of dismay . Fifty years later , General Santierra , the venerable relic of revolutionary times , was well able to remem- ber the feelings of the ...
... lip trembled ; he seemed on the point of either bursting into a fit of rage or into tears of dismay . Fifty years later , General Santierra , the venerable relic of revolutionary times , was well able to remem- ber the feelings of the ...
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... lips was all he seemed able to manage in his overloaded state . And when I turned round , this head , that seemed more than human size resting on its chin under a multitude of other heads , asked me whether I really desired to quench ...
... lips was all he seemed able to manage in his overloaded state . And when I turned round , this head , that seemed more than human size resting on its chin under a multitude of other heads , asked me whether I really desired to quench ...
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... lips were twisted into a snarl . Next thing we per- ceived was that the bar of forged iron was being bent slowly by the mightiness of his pull . The sun was beating full upon his cramped , unquivering figure . A shower of sweat - drops ...
... lips were twisted into a snarl . Next thing we per- ceived was that the bar of forged iron was being bent slowly by the mightiness of his pull . The sun was beating full upon his cramped , unquivering figure . A shower of sweat - drops ...
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Page 81 - ... as she put on her picturesque dresses and for the same reason : to assert her individuality at any cost. You know, women would go to any length almost for such a purpose. She went to a great length. She had acquired all the appropriate gestures of revolutionary convictions — the gestures of pity, of anger, of indignation against the anti-humanitarian vices of the social class to which she belonged herself. All this sat on her striking personality as well as her slightly original costumes. Very...
Page 280 - I dropped my hands," he said, "but I never put them in my pockets. I felt a pressure there " He put the tip of his finger on a spot close under his breastbone, the very spot of the human body where a Japanese gentleman begins the operations of the Harakiri, which is a form of suicide following upon dishonour, upon an intolerable outrage to the delicacy of one's feelings. "I glance down," the Count continued in an awestruck voice, "and what do I see?
Page 234 - No man succeeds in everything he undertakes. In that sense we are all failures. The great point is not to fail in ordering and sustaining the effort of our life. In this matter vanity is what leads us astray. It hurries us into situations from which we must come out damaged; whereas pride is our safeguard...
Page 200 - Let me entreat you, Colonel, to be satisfied with taking my word of honour that I was put into a damnable position where I had no option; I had no choice whatever, consistent with my dignity as a man and an officer. . . . After all, Colonel, this fact is the very bottom of this affair. Here you've got it. The rest is mere detail. ..." The colonel stopped short. The reputation of Lieutenant D'Hubert for good sense and good temper weighed in the balance. A cool head, a warm heart, open as the day....
Page vii - II Conde (misspelt by-the-by) is an almost verbatim transcript of the tale told me by a very charming old gentleman whom I met in Italy. I don't mean to say it is only that. Anybody can see that it is something more than a verbatim report, but where he left off and where I began must be left to the acute discrimination of the reader who may be interested in the problem. I don't mean to say that the problem is worth the trouble. What I am certain of, however, is that it is not to be solved, for I...
Page 97 - I protested hastily that I was not surprised in the least; that I thought nothing of the kind; that anarchists in general were simply inconceivable to me mentally, morally, logically, sentimentally, and even physically.
Page 280 - He nodded several times, staring at me with all his might. "The clarinet," he declared, solemnly, "was finishing its solo, and I assure you I could hear every note. Then the band crashed fortissimo, and that creature rolled its eyes and gnashed its teeth hissing at me with the greatest ferocity, 'Be silent! No noise or — ' " I could not get over my astonishment.