Victory: An Island TaleMetheun & Company, 1915 - 444 pages |
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... light Heyst could see his immediate surroundings , which had the aspect of an abandoned settlement invaded by the jungle : vague roofs above low vegetation , broken shadows of bamboo fences in the sheen of long grass , some- thing like ...
... light Heyst could see his immediate surroundings , which had the aspect of an abandoned settlement invaded by the jungle : vague roofs above low vegetation , broken shadows of bamboo fences in the sheen of long grass , some- thing like ...
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... light , into my lap while I sat there unsuspect- ing , " Davidson went on . " Directly I had recovered my senses , I asked her what on earth she had to do with it that Heyst should leave it with her . And then , behaving like a painted ...
... light , into my lap while I sat there unsuspect- ing , " Davidson went on . " Directly I had recovered my senses , I asked her what on earth she had to do with it that Heyst should leave it with her . And then , behaving like a painted ...
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... light with the usual land breeze , and was probably still in sight in the offing at the time . However , the two pursuers , after their experience with the American mate , made for the shore . On landing , they had an- other violent row ...
... light with the usual land breeze , and was probably still in sight in the offing at the time . However , the two pursuers , after their experience with the American mate , made for the shore . On landing , they had an- other violent row ...
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... light from that direction ; but I can't believe that those beggars would go in there only to sit and think of their sins in the dark . " " That's strange . I can't believe Schomberg would risk that sort of thing , " I said . PART II I S ...
... light from that direction ; but I can't believe that those beggars would go in there only to sit and think of their sins in the dark . " " That's strange . I can't believe Schomberg would risk that sort of thing , " I said . PART II I S ...
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... light veil seemed to hang before his mental vision ; the awakening of a tenderness , indistinct and confused as yet , toward an unknown woman . Gradually silence , a real silence , had established it- self round him . The concert was ...
... light veil seemed to hang before his mental vision ; the awakening of a tenderness , indistinct and confused as yet , toward an unknown woman . Gradually silence , a real silence , had established it- self round him . The concert was ...
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Page 367 - Do you see them?" Heyst whispered into the girl's ear. "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?
Page 77 - The Zangiacomo band was not making music; it was simply murdering silence with a vulgar, ferocious energy. One felt as if witnessing a deed of violence...
Page 257 - It was more like those myths, current in Polynesia, of amazing strangers, who arrive at an island, gods or demons, bringing good or evil to the innocence of the inhabitants — gifts of unknown things, words never heard before. Heyst noticed a cork helmet floating alongside the boat, evidently fallen from the head of the man doubled over the tiller, who displayed a dark, bony poll. An oar, too, had been knocked overboard, probably by the sprawling man, who was still struggling between the thwarts.
Page 239 - He moved uneasily, a little disappointed by her attitude, but indulgent to it, and feeling, in this moment of perfect quietness, that in holding her surrendered hand he had found a closer communion than they had ever achieved before. But even then there still lingered in him a sense of incompleteness not altogether overcome — which, it seemed, nothing ever would overcome — the fatal imperfection of all the gifts of life, which makes of them a delusion and a snare.
Page 75 - Where could he have gone to, after all these years? Not a single soul belonging to him lived anywhere on earth. Of this fact — not such a remote one, after all — he had only lately become aware; for it is failure that makes a man enter into himself and reckon up his resources. And though he had made up his mind to retire from the world in hermit fashion, yet he was irrationally moved by this sense of loneliness which had come to him in the hour of renunciation. It hurt him. Nothing is more painful...
Page 119 - He said these things, not for Mrs. Schomberg's information, but simply thinking aloud, and trying to work his fury up to a point where it would give him courage enough to face "plain Mr. Jones." "Impudent, overbearing, swindling sharper," he went on. "I have a good mind to " He was beside himself in his lurid, heavy, Teutonic manner, so unlike the picturesque, lively rage of the Latin races; and though his eyes strayed about irresolutely, yet his swollen, angry features awakened in the miserable...
Page 188 - 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 127 - 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...
Page 83 - It was not distinguished — that could not be expected — but the features had more fineness than those of any other feminine countenance he had ever had the opportunity to observe so closely. There was in it something indefinably audacious and infinitely miserable — because the temperament and the existence of that girl were reflected in it. But her voice! It seduced Heyst by its amazing quality. It was a voice fit to utter the most exquisite things, a voice which would have made silly chatter...
Page 103 - 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.