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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Page xiii
... night . I don't remember ever being so moved by the desolate end of a complete stranger . I looked down the skylight , and there was the devoted Martin busy cording cowhide trunks belonging to the deceased whose white beard and hooked ...
... night . I don't remember ever being so moved by the desolate end of a complete stranger . I looked down the skylight , and there was the devoted Martin busy cording cowhide trunks belonging to the deceased whose white beard and hooked ...
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... night and the terrible , flaming day , the late " Rich man " had to be thrown overboard at sunset , though as a matter of fact we were in sight of the low , pestilential , mangrove - lined coast of our desti- nation . The excellent ...
... night and the terrible , flaming day , the late " Rich man " had to be thrown overboard at sunset , though as a matter of fact we were in sight of the low , pestilential , mangrove - lined coast of our desti- nation . The excellent ...
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... night the same sort of glow and of the same size as that other one so many miles away . In a sense , the volcano was company to him in the shades of the night - which were often too thick , one would think , to let a breath of air ...
... night the same sort of glow and of the same size as that other one so many miles away . In a sense , the volcano was company to him in the shades of the night - which were often too thick , one would think , to let a breath of air ...
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... night , " were stuck on the brick pillars on each side of the gateway . The walk had been long and confoundedly sunny . Davidson stood wiping his wet neck and face on what Schomberg called " the piazza . " Several doors opened on to it ...
... night , " were stuck on the brick pillars on each side of the gateway . The walk had been long and confoundedly sunny . Davidson stood wiping his wet neck and face on what Schomberg called " the piazza . " Several doors opened on to it ...
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... night on board one of the Tesman schooners bound to the eastward . This was known afterward from the Javanese boatmen whom Heyst hired for the purpose at three o'clock in the morning . The Tesman schooner had sailed at daylight with the ...
... night on board one of the Tesman schooners bound to the eastward . This was known afterward from the Javanese boatmen whom Heyst hired for the purpose at three o'clock in the morning . The Tesman schooner had sailed at daylight with the ...
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ain't Alfuro arms asked believe boat breath brig bungalow buran chair cheroot chimæras Chinaman clairvoyance course dark Davidson door doorway dunnage eyes face faint feeling fellow felt frightened gaze gentleman gharry girl glance gleam gone governor gunwale hand hanging head heard Heyst hotel-keeper island Java Sea jetty Jones knew laugh Lena light lips looked Malay Martin matter mean mind Morrison moved movement murmured mysterious never night Number once paused Pedro perhaps physiognomy quiet Ricardo round Samburan sarong sauceboat Schom Schomberg schooner seemed shadow shoulders side sight silence smile sort soul sound Sourabaya speak stare stood strange suddenly surprised Swede table d'hôte talk tell Tesmans There's thing thought tion told tone Tropical Belt Coal turned verandah VICTORY voice walked Wang watched wharf What's whispered woman wonder words Zangiacomo
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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 66 - The uproar in that small, barn-like structure, built of imported pine boards, and raised clear of the ground, was simply stunning. An instrumental uproar, screaming, grunting, whining, sobbing, scraping, squeaking some kind of lively air; while a grand piano, operated upon by a bony, red-faced woman with bad-tempered nostrils, rained hard notes like hail through the tempest of fiddles.
Page 206 - 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.
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.
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 122 - I would watch them lifting their elbows at my expense, or splitting their sides at my fun — I can be funny when I like, you bet!" A pause for self-complacent contemplation of his own fun and generosity checked the flow of Ricardo's speech. Schomberg was concerned to keep within bounds the enlargement of his eyes, which he seemed to feel growing bigger in his head. "Yes, yes," he whispered hastily. "I would watch them and think: 'You boys don't know who I am. If you did !' With girls, too. Once...
Page 190 - ... ceased to be masculine. Her eyes moved in his direction, rested on him, then returned to their stare into the deeper gloom at the foot of the straight tree-trunks, whose spreading crowns were slowly withdrawing their shade. The warm air stirred slightly about her motionless head. She would not look at him, from some obscure fear of betraying herself. She felt in her innermost depths an irresistible desire to give herself up to him more completely, by some act of absolute sacrifice.
Page 354 - I, my dear sir? In one way I am — yes, I am the world itself, come to pay you a visit. In another sense I am an outcast — almost an outlaw. If you prefer a less materialistic view, I am a sort of fate — the retribution that waits its time.
Page 110 - But Pedro, at any rate, was just a simple, straightforward brute, if a murderous one. There was no mystery about him, nothing uncanny, no suggestion of a stealthy, deliberate wild-cat turned into a man, or of an insolent spectre on leave from Hades, endowed with skin and bones and a subtle power of terror.
Page 3 - I believe, why some people . allude to coal as "black diamonds." Both these com- V modities represent wealth ; but coal is a much less portable form of property. There is, from that point of view, a deplorable lack of concentration in coal. Now, if a coalmine could be put into one's waistcoat pocket — but it can't ! At the same time, there is a fascination in coal, the supreme commodity of the age in which we are camped like bewildered travellers in a garish, unrestful hotel.