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Page xiii
... dark and unspeakable cuddy of that schooner , an old Spanish gentleman , owner of much luggage and , as Ricardo assured me , very ill indeed . Ricardo seemed to be either a servant or the confidant of that aged and distinguished ...
... dark and unspeakable cuddy of that schooner , an old Spanish gentleman , owner of much luggage and , as Ricardo assured me , very ill indeed . Ricardo seemed to be either a servant or the confidant of that aged and distinguished ...
Page xiv
... dark depths of a horrible stuffy bunk . As it fell calm in the course of the afternoon and continued calm during all that night and the terrible , flaming day , the late " Rich man " had to be thrown overboard at sunset , though as a ...
... dark depths of a horrible stuffy bunk . As it fell calm in the course of the afternoon and continued calm during all that night and the terrible , flaming day , the late " Rich man " had to be thrown overboard at sunset , though as a ...
Page xvi
... I naturally ( being idle ) continued to look at the girl through all the second part of the programme . The shape of her dark head inclined over the violin was fascinating , and , while resting between the pieces xvi AUTHOR'S NOTE.
... I naturally ( being idle ) continued to look at the girl through all the second part of the programme . The shape of her dark head inclined over the violin was fascinating , and , while resting between the pieces xvi AUTHOR'S NOTE.
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... dark . Axel Heyst was also a smoker ; and when he lounged out on his verandah with his cheroot , the last thing before going to bed , he made in the night the same sort of glow and of the same size as that other one so many miles away ...
... dark . Axel Heyst was also a smoker ; and when he lounged out on his verandah with his cheroot , the last thing before going to bed , he made in the night the same sort of glow and of the same size as that other one so many miles away ...
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... dark and wet there ; that it was like living with your head and shoulders in a moist gunny - bag . That was only his exaggerated style of talking . Morrison was " one of us . ' He was owner and master of the Capricorn , trading brig ...
... dark and wet there ; that it was like living with your head and shoulders in a moist gunny - bag . That was only his exaggerated style of talking . Morrison was " one of us . ' He was owner and master of the Capricorn , trading brig ...
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Page xv - The poor man has left a young daughter." Who was to look after her I don't know, but I saw the devoted Martin taking the trunks ashore with great care just before I landed myself. I would perhaps have tracked the ways of that man of immense sincerity for a little while but I had some of my own very pressing business to attend to, which in the end got mixed up with an earthquake and so I had no time to give to Ricardo. The reader need not be told that I have not forgotten him, though. My contact with...
Page 199 - Funny position, wasn't it? The boredom came later, when we lived together on board his ship. I had, in a moment of inadvertence, created for myself a tie. How to define it precisely I don't know. One gets attached in a way to people one has done something for. But is that friendship? I am not sure what it was. I only know that he who forms a tie is lost. The germ of corruption has entered into his soul.
Page 167 - 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. He turned the pages of the little volume, " Storm and Dust," glancing here and there at the broken text of reflections, maxims, short phrases, enigmatical sometimes and sometimes eloquent.
Page 187 - I was not very far from you." "Apparently you were not near enough for me." "You could have called if you wanted me," she said. "And I wasn't so long doing my hair." "Apparently it was too long for me." " Well, you were thinking of me, anyhow. I am glad of it. Do you know, it seems to me, somehow, that if you were to stop thinking of me I shouldn't be in the world at all!
Page 399 - A good friend," he said simply. "Take it in your hand and feel the balance," he suggested. At the moment when she bent forward to receive it from him, there was a flash of fire in her mysterious eyes — a red gleam in the white mist which wrapped the promptings and longings of her soul. She had done it! The very sting of death was in her hands; the trenom of the viper in her paradise, extracted, safe in her possession — and the viper's head all but lying under her heel.
Page 9 - And, may be, this was the reason why he was generally liked. At that epoch in his life, in the fulness of his physical development, of a broad, martial presence, with his bald head and long moustaches, he resembled the portraits of Charles XII of adventurous memory. However, there was no reason to think that Heyst was in any way a fighting man.
Page iii - What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Page 174 - If anybody could have silenced its imperative echoes, it should have been Heyst's father, with his contemptuous, inflexible negation of all effort; but apparently he could not. There was in the son a lot of that first ancestor who, as soon as he could uplift his muddy frame from the celestial mould, started inspecting and naming the animals of that paradise which he was so soon to lose. Action — the first thought, or perhaps the first impulse, on earth! The barbed hook, baited with the illusion...
Page 175 - That very night he died in his bed, so quietly that they found him in his usual attitude of sleep, lying on his side, one hand under his cheek, and his knees slightly bent. He had not even straightened his legs. His son buried the silenced destroyer of systems, of hopes, of beliefs. He observed that the death of that bitter contemner of life did not trouble the flow of life's stream, where men and women go by thick as dust, revolving and jostling one another like figures cut out of cork and weighted...