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Page xii
... turned his back on me . and walked out of the room . It was in a little hotel in the Island of St. Thomas in the West Indies ( in the year '75 ) where we found him one hot afternoon extended on three chairs , all alone in the loud ...
... turned his back on me . and walked out of the room . It was in a little hotel in the Island of St. Thomas in the West Indies ( in the year '75 ) where we found him one hot afternoon extended on three chairs , all alone in the loud ...
Page xiii
... turned to the cuddy in the manner of a devoted servant , but I had the idea that in some way or other he had imposed the connection on the invalid for some end of his own . The reader therefore won't AUTHOR'S NOTE xiii.
... turned to the cuddy in the manner of a devoted servant , but I had the idea that in some way or other he had imposed the connection on the invalid for some end of his own . The reader therefore won't AUTHOR'S NOTE xiii.
Page xvi
... turned her head to gaze at me and said " Merci , Monsieur , " in a tone in which there was no grati- tude but only surprise . I must have been idle indeed to take the trouble to remark on such slight evidence that the voice was very ...
... turned her head to gaze at me and said " Merci , Monsieur , " in a tone in which there was no grati- tude but only surprise . I must have been idle indeed to take the trouble to remark on such slight evidence that the voice was very ...
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... Turning with that finished courtesy of attitude , movement , voice , which was his obvious characteristic , he had said with delicate playfulness : " Come along and quench your thirst with us , Mr. McNab ! " ! Perhaps that was it . A ...
... Turning with that finished courtesy of attitude , movement , voice , which was his obvious characteristic , he had said with delicate playfulness : " Come along and quench your thirst with us , Mr. McNab ! " ! Perhaps that was it . A ...
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... turned up in Timor . Why in Timor , of all places in the world , no one knows . Well , he was mooning about Delli , that highly pestilential place , possibly in search of some undiscovered facts , when he came in the street upon ...
... turned up in Timor . Why in Timor , of all places in the world , no one knows . Well , he was mooning about Delli , that highly pestilential place , possibly in search of some undiscovered facts , when he came in the street upon ...
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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.