A Novel Joseph Conrad. Like a shadow thrown from afar . . . upon a snowy sheet.
... the shadows of black lace falling from dark hair that was not quite black . She
spoke as if the words clung to her lips ; as if she had to put them forth delicately
for fear of damaging the frail things . She raised her long hand to a white flower
The alternative would have been a shabby , ignominious life at Calais , in the
shadow of Brummel and such . My father used to sit all day by the fire , inscribing
“ ideas " every now and then in a pocket THE QUARRY AND THE BEACH 5.
We stood in a little slanting cutting in the shadow . A watery light before the moon
' s rising slanted downwards from the hilltop along the opposite bank . We stood
in utter silence . “ If you stir a hair , ” my captor said coolly , “ I ' ll squeeze the ...
The shadow called Thoms was for bolting across country ; but Lillywhite was not
built for speed . Besides he did not know the lie of the land , and believed the
Free Traders were mere bogeys . “ They ' ll never touch us , ” Lillywhite grumbled
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