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"You have the money?" whispered Morrison. "Do you mean here, in your pocket?
" "Yes, on me. Glad to be of use." Morrison, staring open-mouthed, groped over
his shoulder for the cord of the eyeglass hanging down his back. When he found
He touched the stuff hanging over his arm. "An Indian thing, I believe," he added,
glancing at his arm sideways. "It isn't of particular value," said Davidson truthfully.
"Very likely. The point is that it belongs to Schomberg's wife. That Schomberg ...
Schomberg had them housed in what he called the Pavilion, in the grounds,
where they were hard at it mending and washing their white dresses, and could
be seen hanging them out to dry between the trees, like a lot of washerwomen.
More lanterns, of the shape of cylindrical concertinas, hanging in a row from a
slack string, decorated the doorway of what Schomberg called grandiloquently "
my concert-hall.'' In his desperate mood Heyst ascended three steps, lifted a
Zangiacomo followed, with his great, pendulous dyed beard and short mess-
jacket, with an aspect of hang-dog concentration imparted by his drooping head
and the uneasiness of his eyes, which were set very close together. He climbed
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Conrad managed to develop characters, imperfect, that all drove themselves forward on their own agendas to the story's conclusion- facilitating and enabling it along the way. He manages to keep the ... Read full review
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In the first part we get an outsider's view of Axel Heyst's character, actions and motives without being certain who he is or what actually drives him. I found this off-putting until the second part ... Read full review