An outcast of the islandsDoubleday, Page, 1924 |
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... passed to the warehouse . Hudig , pen in hand , listened to him bullying the punkah boy with profane violence , born of unbounded zeal for the master's comfort , before he returned to his writing amid the rustling of papers fluttering ...
... passed to the warehouse . Hudig , pen in hand , listened to him bullying the punkah boy with profane violence , born of unbounded zeal for the master's comfort , before he returned to his writing amid the rustling of papers fluttering ...
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... white figure flitting in the gloom amongst the piles of bales and cases till it passed out through the big archway into the glare of the street . CHAPTER THREE THE opportunity and the temptation were too much 20 AN OUTCAST OF THE ISLANDS.
... white figure flitting in the gloom amongst the piles of bales and cases till it passed out through the big archway into the glare of the street . CHAPTER THREE THE opportunity and the temptation were too much 20 AN OUTCAST OF THE ISLANDS.
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... passed through the little green door leading to Hudig's sanctum , which , during the past half - hour , might have been taken from the fiendish noise within - for the cavern of some wild beast . Willems ' troubled eyes took in the quick ...
... passed through the little green door leading to Hudig's sanctum , which , during the past half - hour , might have been taken from the fiendish noise within - for the cavern of some wild beast . Willems ' troubled eyes took in the quick ...
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... passing fancy , but gradually he fell into the habit of calling almost every day at that little house where he was greeted by Mrs. da Souza's shrill voice screaming for Joanna to come and entertain the gentleman from Hudig & Co. And ...
... passing fancy , but gradually he fell into the habit of calling almost every day at that little house where he was greeted by Mrs. da Souza's shrill voice screaming for Joanna to come and entertain the gentleman from Hudig & Co. And ...
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... passing days brought no change . The hope grew faint and the hot ambition burnt itself out , leaving only a feeble and expiring spark amongst a heap of dull and tepid ashes of indolent acquiescence with the decrees of Fate , till ...
... passing days brought no change . The hope grew faint and the hot ambition burnt itself out , leaving only a feeble and expiring spark amongst a heap of dull and tepid ashes of indolent acquiescence with the decrees of Fate , till ...
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Page 250 - Her hands slipped slowly off Lingard's shoulders and her arms fell by her side, listless, discouraged, as if to her — to her, the savage, violent, and ignorant creature — had been revealed clearly in that moment the tremendous fact of our isolation, of the loneliness impenetrable and transparent, elusive and everlasting; of the indestructible loneliness that surrounds, envelopes, clothes every human soul from the cradle to the grave, and, perhaps, beyond.
Page 80 - He tried to tell himself that the thing was of no consequence. It was a vain effort. The novelty of the sensations he had never experienced before in the slightest degree, yet had despised on hearsay from his safe position of a civilized man, destroyed his courage. He was disappointed with himself. He seemed to be surrendering to a wild creature the unstained purity of his life, of his race, of his civilization.
Page 12 - It cast a spell, it gave joy, it lulled gently into boundless faith; then with quick and causeless anger it killed. But its cruelty was redeemed by the charm of its inscrutable mystery, by the immensity of its promise, by the supreme witchery of its possible favour. Strong men with childlike hearts were faithful to it, were content to live by its grace — to die by its will. That was the sea before the time when the French mind set the Egyptian muscle in motion and produced a dismal but profitable...
Page 144 - He felt flattered and annoyed by her vehemence, and said — "Well, I am with you now. I did come back. And it was you that went away." "When you have helped Abdulla against the Rajah Laut, who is the first of white men, I shall not be afraid any more," she whispered. "You must believe what I say when I tell you that there never was another woman; that there is nothing for me to regret, and nothing but my enemies to remember.
Page 197 - CONSCIOUSLY or unconsciously, men are proud of their firmness, steadfastness of purpose, directness of aim. They go straight towards their desire, to the accomplishment of virtue — sometimes of crime — in an uplifting persuasion of their firmness. They walk the road of life, the road fenced in by their tastes, prejudices, disdains or enthusiasms, generally honest, invariably stupid, and are proud of never losing their way.
Page 12 - Like a beautiful and unscrupulous woman, the sea of the past was glorious in its smiles, irresistible in its anger, capricious, enticing, illogical, irresponsible; a thing to love, a thing to fear.
Page 173 - Almayer? You made a voyage or two with me. Wasn't she a sweet craft? Could make her do anything but talk. She was better than a wife to me. Never scolded. Hey? . . . And to think that it should come to this. That I should leave her poor old bones sticking on a reef as though I had been a damned fool of a southern-going man who must have half a mile of water under his keel to be safe! Well! well! It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose. But it's hard. Hard.
Page 4 - He heard their shrill quarrellings, the squalling of their children, the grunting of their pigs; he smelt the odours of the heaps of garbage in their courtyards : and he was greatly disgusted. But he fed and clothed that shabby multitude; those degenerate descendants of Portuguese conquerors; he was their providence; he kept them singing his praises in the midst of their laziness, of their dirt, of their immense and hopeless squalor: and he was greatly delighted. They wanted much, but he could give...
Page 126 - ... his only eye to bear full on the countenance of the tall white man. "You threaten me," said Willems, indistinctly. "I, Tuan!" exclaimed Babalatchi, with a slight suspicion of irony in the affected surprise of his tone. "I, Tuan? Who spoke of death? Was it I? No! I spoke of life only. Only of life. Of a long life for a lonely man!" They stood with the fire between them, both silent, both aware, each in his own way, of the importance of the passing minutes. Babalatchi's fatalism gave him only an...
Page 226 - Obey me and be happy, or die!' You are strange, you white men. You think it is only your wisdom and your virtue and your happiness that are true. You are stronger than the wild beasts, but not so wise. A black tiger knows when he is not hungry — you do not. He knows the difference between himself and those that can speak; you do not understand the difference between yourselves and us — who are men. You are wise and great — and you shall always be fools.