VictoryDoubleday, Page, 1921 - 412 pages |
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... asked Heyst with a distinct note of respect . " Surely I am not an infidel . ” Morrison was swiftly reproachful in his answer , and there came a pause , Morrison perhaps interrogating his conscience , and Heyst preserving a mien of ...
... asked Heyst with a distinct note of respect . " Surely I am not an infidel . ” Morrison was swiftly reproachful in his answer , and there came a pause , Morrison perhaps interrogating his conscience , and Heyst preserving a mien of ...
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... asked if it was a fact that Morri- son had not that amount in hand . Morrison hadn't . He had only a little English gold , a few sovereigns , on board . He had left all his spare cash with the Tesmans , in Samarang , to meet certain ...
... asked if it was a fact that Morri- son had not that amount in hand . Morrison hadn't . He had only a little English gold , a few sovereigns , on board . He had left all his spare cash with the Tesmans , in Samarang , to meet certain ...
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... asked him once with shallow scorn . " Drinks ! Oh , dear , no ! " The innkeeper was not mercenary . Teutonic tem- perament seldom is . But he put on a sinister expres- sion to tell us that Heyst had not paid perhaps three visits ...
... asked him once with shallow scorn . " Drinks ! Oh , dear , no ! " The innkeeper was not mercenary . Teutonic tem- perament seldom is . But he put on a sinister expres- sion to tell us that Heyst had not paid perhaps three visits ...
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... asked him . 666 ' Something of the sort , ' he says . I am keeping hold . ' " " But all this is as dead as Julius Cæsar , ' I cried . ' In fact , you have nothing worth holding on to , Heyst . ' " Oh , I am done with facts , ' says he ...
... asked him . 666 ' Something of the sort , ' he says . I am keeping hold . ' " " But all this is as dead as Julius Cæsar , ' I cried . ' In fact , you have nothing worth holding on to , Heyst . ' " Oh , I am done with facts , ' says he ...
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... asked with unconcealed astonishment . Heyst did mean that . " My poor father died in London . It has been all stored there ever since , " he explained . " For all these years ? " exclaimed Davidson , thinking how long we all had known ...
... asked with unconcealed astonishment . Heyst did mean that . " My poor father died in London . It has been all stored there ever since , " he explained . " For all these years ? " exclaimed Davidson , thinking how long we all had known ...
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ain't Alfuro arms asked believe boat breath brig bungalow chair cheroot chimæras Chinaman clairvoyance course dark Davidson door doorway eyes face faint feeling fellow felt frightened gaze gentleman gharry girl glance gleam gone governor gunwale hand hanging head hear heard Heyst hotel-keeper island Java Sea jetty Jones knew Lena light lips looked Malay Martin matter mean mind Morrison moustaches 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 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 trouble turned understand verandah voice walked Wang watched wharf What's whispered woman wonder words Zangiacomo
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Page 200 - I am not sure what it was. I only know that he who forms a tie is lost. The germ of corruption has entered into his soul.
Page xv - 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 174 - You still believe in something, then?" he said in a clear voice, which had been growing feeble of late. "You believe in flesh and blood, perhaps? A full and equable contempt would soon do away with that, too. But since you have not attained to it, I advise you to cultivate that form of contempt which is called pity. It is perhaps the least difficult — always remembering that you, too, if you are anything, are as pitiful as the rest, yet never expecting any pity for yourself.
Page 3 - THERE is, as every schoolboy knows in this scientific age, a very close chemical relation between coal and diamonds. It is the reason, I believe, why some people allude to coal as "black diamonds." Both these commodities 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!
Page 3 - Victory— that we all live in an "age in which we are camped like bewildered travellers in a garish, unrestful hotel...
Page 167 - 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 74 - At last they steadied in contact, but by that time, say some fifteen minutes from the moment when they sat down, the "interval" came to an end. So much for their eyes. As to the conversation, it had been perfectly insignificant, because naturally they had nothing to say to each other. Heyst had been interested by the girl's physiognomy. Its expression was neither simple nor yet very clear. It was not distinguished — that could not be expected — but the features had more fineness than those of...
Page 106 - 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 361 - And who knows if it isn't really my duty?" he began again, as if he had not heard her disjointed words at all. "It may be — my duty to you, to myself. For why should I put up with the humiliation of their secret menaces? Do you know what the world would say?
Page 91 - 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.