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... Morrison , who , in his way , was also an " enchanted " man . When you spoke to Morrison of going home- he was from Dorsetshire - he shuddered . He said it was dark and wet there ; that it was like living with your head and shoulders in ...
... Morrison , who , in his way , was also an " enchanted " man . When you spoke to Morrison of going home- he was from Dorsetshire - he shuddered . He said it was dark and wet there ; that it was like living with your head and shoulders in ...
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... Morrison thought so , but the villagers had no doubt whatever about it . Whenever a coast village sighted the brig it would begin to beat all its gongs and hoist all its streamers , and all its girls would put flowers in their hair and ...
... Morrison thought so , but the villagers had no doubt whatever about it . Whenever a coast village sighted the brig it would begin to beat all its gongs and hoist all its streamers , and all its girls would put flowers in their hair and ...
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... Morrison was walking along the street , his eyeglass tossed over his shoulder , his head down , with the hopeless aspect of those hard- ened tramps one sees on our roads trudging from work- house to workhouse . Being hailed across the ...
... Morrison was walking along the street , his eyeglass tossed over his shoulder , his head down , with the hopeless aspect of those hard- ened tramps one sees on our roads trudging from work- house to workhouse . Being hailed across the ...
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... Morrison's tongue was loosened at last . " Fever ! " he cried . " Give me fever . Give me plague . They are diseases . One gets over them . But I am being murdered . I am being murdered by the Portuguese . The gang here downed me at ...
... Morrison's tongue was loosened at last . " Fever ! " he cried . " Give me fever . Give me plague . They are diseases . One gets over them . But I am being murdered . I am being murdered by the Portuguese . The gang here downed me at ...
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... Morrison ? " asked Heyst with a distinct note of respect . " Surely I am not an infidel . " Morrison was swiftly reproachful in his answer , and there came a pause , Morrison perhaps interrogating his conscience , and Heyst preserving a ...
... Morrison ? " asked Heyst with a distinct note of respect . " Surely I am not an infidel . " Morrison was swiftly reproachful in his answer , and there came a pause , Morrison perhaps interrogating his conscience , and Heyst preserving a ...
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Page 410 - Ah, Davidson, woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love — and to put its trust in life!
Page xv - I went in there only to ask for a bottle of lemonade I have not to this day the slightest idea what in my appearance or actions could have roused his terrible ire. It became manifest to me less than two minutes after I had set eyes on him for the first time, and though immensely surprised of course I didn't stop to think it out. I took the nearest short cut — through the wall. This bestial apparition and a certain enormous buck nigger encountered in Haiti only a couple of months afterwards, have...
Page 3 - THERE is, as every schoolboy knows in this scientific age, a very close chemical relation between coal and diamonds. It is the reason, I believe, why some people allude to coal as "black diamonds." Both these commodities represent wealth; but coal is a much less portable form of property. There is, from that point of view, a deplorable lack of concentration in coal. Now, if a coalmine could be put into one's waistcoat pocket — but it can't!
Page 167 - Are we likely to be seen on our way?" "No, unless by native craft," said Schomberg. Ricardo nodded, satisfied. Both these white men looked on native life as a mere play of shadows. A play of shadows the dominant race could walk through unaffected and disregarded in the pursuit of its incomprehensible aims and needs.
Page 219 - Of the stratagems of life the most cruel is the consolation of love — the most subtle, too; for the desire is the bed of dreams.
Page 350 - I've said to the Earth that bore me: 'I am I and you are a shadow.' And, by Jove, it is so! But it appears that such words cannot be uttered with impunity. Here I am on a Shadow inhabited by Shades. How helpless a man is against the Shades! How is one to intimidate, persuade, resist, assert oneself against them? I have lost all belief in realities. . . . Lena, give me your hand.
Page 113 - Schomberg's argument was met by Mr. Jones's statement that one must do something to kill time. Killing time was not forbidden. For the rest, being in a communicative mood, Mr. Jones said languidly and in a voice indifferent, as if issuing from a tomb, that he depended on himself, as if the world were still one great, wild jungle without law. Martin was something like that, too — for reasons of his own. All these statements Ricardo confirmed by short, inhuman grins. Schomberg lowered his eyes, for...
Page 116 - But Pedro, at any rate, was just a simple, straightforward brute, if a murderous one. There was no mystery about him, nothing uncanny, no suggestion of a stealthy, deliberate wild-cat turned into a man, or of an insolent spectre on leave from Hades, endowed with skin and bones and a subtle power of terror.
Page 74 - It was not distinguished — that could not be expected — but the features had more fineness than those of any other feminine countenance he had ever had the opportunity to observe so closely. There was in it something indefinably audacious and infinitely miserable — because the temperament and the existence of that girl were reflected in it. But her voice! It seduced Heyst by its amazing quality. It was a voice fit to utter the most exquisite things, a voice which would have made silly chatter...
Page ii - A TALE OF THE SEABOARD THE MIRROR OF THE SEA THE SECRET AGENT A SET OF SIX UNDER WESTERN EYES A PERSONAL RECORD...