VictorySet in the islands of the Malay Archipelago, Victory tells the story of a disillusioned Swede, Axel Heyst, who rescues Lena, a young English musician, from the clutches of a brutish German hotel owner. Seeking refuge at Heyst's remote island retreat on Samburan, the couple is soon besieged by three villains dispatched by the enraged hotelier. The arrival on the island paradise of this trio of fiends sets off a terrifying series of events that ultimately ends in catastrophe. |
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... passed from hand to hand . We greatly admired the map which accompanied them for the edification of the shareholders . On it Samburan was represented as the cen- tral spot of the Eastern Hemisphere with its name en- graved in enormous ...
... passed from hand to hand . We greatly admired the map which accompanied them for the edification of the shareholders . On it Samburan was represented as the cen- tral spot of the Eastern Hemisphere with its name en- graved in enormous ...
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... passed to the north of Samburan on purpose to see what was going on . At first , it looked as if that side of the island had been altogether abandoned . This was what he expected . Presently , above the dense mass of vegetation that ...
... passed to the north of Samburan on purpose to see what was going on . At first , it looked as if that side of the island had been altogether abandoned . This was what he expected . Presently , above the dense mass of vegetation that ...
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... passing to the south of Samburan , he made it his practice to take the passage along the north shore , within about a mile of the wharf . " He can see us if he likes to see us , " remarked David- son . Then he had an after - thought ...
... passing to the south of Samburan , he made it his practice to take the passage along the north shore , within about a mile of the wharf . " He can see us if he likes to see us , " remarked David- son . Then he had an after - thought ...
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... passing by a very remote and unsatisfactory chance to wait for . Yes , he came out with Davidson , to whom he volunteered the statement that it was only for a short time - a few days , no more . He meant to go back to Samburan ...
... passing by a very remote and unsatisfactory chance to wait for . Yes , he came out with Davidson , to whom he volunteered the statement that it was only for a short time - a few days , no more . He meant to go back to Samburan ...
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... passed that way lately . " Oh , yes . I always do - about half a mile off . " " Seen anybody about ? " " No , not a soul . Not a shadow . " " Did you blow your whistle ? " " Blow the whistle ? You think I would do such a thing ? " He ...
... passed that way lately . " Oh , yes . I always do - about half a mile off . " " Seen anybody about ? " " No , not a soul . Not a shadow . " " Did you blow your whistle ? " " Blow the whistle ? You think I would do such a thing ? " He ...
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Page 87 - Heyst was not conscious of either friends or of enemies. It was the very essence of his life to be a solitary achievement, accomplished not by hermit-like withdrawal with its silence and immobility, but by a system of restless wandering, by the detachment of an impermanent dweller amongst changing scenes.
Page xiv - This bestial apparition and a certain enormous buck nigger encountered in Haiti only a couple of months afterwards have fixed my conception of blind, furious, unreasoning rage as manifested in the human animal to the end of my days. Of the nigger I used to dream for years afterwards.
Page 308 - Here they are, the envoys of the outer world. Here they are before you — evil intelligence, instinctive savagery, arm in arm. The brute force is at the back. A trio of fitting envoys perhaps — but what about the welcome? Suppose I were armed, could I shoot those two down where they stand? Could I?" Without moving her head, the girl felt for Heyst's hand, pressed it, and thereafter did not let it go. He continued, bitterly playful: "I don't know. I don't think so. There is a strain in me which...
Page 188 - Heyst's tone was light, with the flavour of playfulness which seasoned all his speeches and seemed to be of the very essence of his thoughts. The girl he had come across, of whom he had possessed himself, to whose presence he was not yet accustomed, with whom he did not yet know how to live ; that human being so near and still so strange, gave him a greater sense of his own reality than he had ever known in all his life. IV WITH her knees drawn up, Lena rested her elbows on them and held her head...
Page 158 - 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 367 - He felt it distinctly, but he did not feel the ground under his feet. They found the steps, without his being aware that he was ascending them — slowly, one by one. Doubt entered into him — a doubt of a new kind, formless, hideous. It seemed to spread itself all over him, enter his limbs, and lodge in his entrails. He stopped suddenly, with a thought that he who experienced such a feeling had no business to live — or perhaps was no longer living. Everything — the bungalow, the forest, the...
Page 200 - I had scorned what people call by that name from the first — but for being alive. I don't know if that is what men call courage, but I doubt it very much." "You! You have no courage?" she protested. "I really don't know. Not the sort that always itches for a weapon, for I have never been anxious to use one in the quarrels that a man gets into in the most innocent way, sometimes. The differences for which men murder each other are, like everything else they do, the most contemptible, the most pitiful...
Page 101 - Latin races; and though his eyes strayed about irresolutely, yet his swollen, angry features awakened in the miserable woman over whom he had been tyrannising for years a fear for his precious carcass, since the poor creature had nothing else but that to hold on to in the world. She knew him well; but she did not know him altogether. The last thing a woman will consent to discover in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage. And, timid in her corner, she ventured to...
Page 88 - Three years of such companionship at that plastic and impressionable age were bound to leave in the boy a profound mistrust of life. The young man learned to reflect, which is a destructive process, a reckoning of the cost.
Page 108 - 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...