The roverDoubleday, Page, 1924 |
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abbé Amelia amongst Arlette arms ashore asked bench boat Bolt breast cabin Captain Vincent Catherine Catherine's Citizen Peyrol Citizen Scevola coast corvette cove craft dark deck door English epaulettes Escampobar eyes face farm farmhouse feeling feet felt fleet Fréjus gaze Giens glance gone gunner hair hand head heard Hyères JOSEPH CONRAD kitchen knew land lateen leaning Lieutenant Réal lips listened look Lord Nelson lying Madrague matter Michel mind moved Mozambique Channel murmured never night officer old Peyrol passed patriot peninsula Porquerolles Réal's round rover royalist sail salle sans-culotte seemed seen ship shore shoulder side sight silence sitting sleep sloop smile sort sound staring stone stood strange suddenly Symons talk tartane tell thing thought tone took Toulon turned voice waited walked wall watch window words yard
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Page 286 - The blue level of the Mediterranean, the charmer and the deceiver of audacious men, kept the secret of its fascination — hugged to its calm breast the victims of all the wars, calamities and tempests of its history, under the marvellous purity of the sunset sky.
Page 9 - He felt a little funny as it were, and the funniest thing was the thought which crossed his mind that he could indulge his fancy (if he had a mind to it) to buy up all this land to the furthermost field, away over there where the track lost itself sinking into the flats bordering the sea where the small rise at the end of the Giens peninsula had assumed the appearance of a black cloud. "Tell me, my friend...
Page 209 - He had developed a liking for old Peyrol, the only man who had nothing to do with the revolution — who had not even seen it at work. The sincere lawlessness of the ex-Brother of the Coast was refreshing. That one was neither a hypocrite nor a fool. When he robbed or killed it was not in the name of the sacred revolutionary principles or for the love of humanity.
Page 139 - This grey vapour, drifting high up, close against the disc of the sun, seemed to enlarge the space behind its veil, add to the vastness of a shadowless world no longer hard and brilliant but all softened in the contours of its masses and in the faint line of the horizon, as if ready to dissolve in the immensity of the Infinite.
Page 15 - Before long he found himself on the neck of the Giens peninsula, impregnated with salt and containing a blue lagoon, particularly blue, darker and even more still than the expanses of the sea to the right and left of it from which it was separated by narrow strips of land not a hundred yards wide in places. The track ran indistinct, presenting no wheel-ruts, and with patches of efflorescent salt as white as snow between the tufts of wiry grass and the particularly dead-looking bushes. The whole neck...
Page 31 - ... tideless sea several tartanes lay becalmed in the Petite Passe between Porquerolles and Cape Esterel, yet theirs was not the stillness of death but of light slumber, the immobility of a smiling enchantment, of a Mediterranean fair day, breathless sometimes but never without life. Whatever enchantment Peyrol had known in his wanderings it had never been so remote from all thoughts of strife and death, so full of smiling security, making all his past appear to him like a chain of lurid days and...
Page 129 - ... Well then, now's your chance to finish me. I am as weak as a kitten." "How did you say that? Kitten? Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Peyrol. "You make a nice petit chat." He seized the demijohn by the neck and filled the mugs. "There," he went on, pushing one towards the prisoner —"it's good drink— that." Symons' state was as though the blow had robbed him of all power of resistance, of all faculty of surprise and generally of all the means by which a man may assert himself except bitter resentment....
Page 1 - THE LAST DAYS OP A FRENCH BROTHER OF THE COAST THE ROVER THE ROVER AFTER entering at break of day the inner roadstead of the Port of Toulon, exchanging several loud hails with one of the guardboats of the Fleet, which directed him where he was to take up his berth, Master-Gunner Peyrol let go the anchor of the sea-worn and battered ship in his charge, between the arsenal and the town, in full view of the principal quay. The course of his life, which in the opinion of any ordinary person might have...