Victory, an Island Tale

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Classic Books Company, 1929 - 396 pages

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Contents

I
3
II
10
III
21
IV
28
V
35
VI
52
VII
58
VIII
65
XXI
224
XXII
233
XXIII
245
XXIV
250
XXV
260
XXVI
281
XXVII
290
XXVIII
299

IX
77
X
91
XI
98
XII
105
XIII
118
XIV
135
XV
153
XVI
173
XVII
182
XVIII
185
XIX
201
XX
216
XXIX
306
XXX
314
XXXI
332
XXXII
338
XXXIII
343
XXXIV
356
XXXV
368
XXXVI
376
XXXVII
394
XXXVIII
403
XXXIX
408
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Page 407 - ... black dress, and profoundly at peace; while, stooping over her with a kindly, playful smile, he was ready to lift her up in his firm arms and take her into the sanctuary of his innermost heart — for ever! The flush of rapture flooding her whole being broke out in a smile of innocent, girlish happiness; and with that divine radiance on her lips she breathed her last, triumphant, seeking for his glance in the shades of death. XIV "YES, Excellency...
Page 167 - 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 329 - 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.
Page 94 - For every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.
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Page 82 - Formerly, in solitude and in silence, he had been used to think clearly and sometimes even profoundly, seeing life outside the flattering optical delusion of everlasting hope, of conventional self-deceptions, of an ever-expected happiness.
Page 187 - I was not very far from you." "Apparently you were not near enough for me." "You could have called if you wanted me," she said. "And I wasn't so long doing my hair." "Apparently it was too long for me." " Well, you were thinking of me, anyhow. I am glad of it. Do you know, it seems to me, somehow, that if you were to stop thinking of me I shouldn't be in the world at all!
Page xv - It seems to me but natural that those three buried in a corner of my memory should suddenly get out into the light of the world — so natural that I offer no excuse for their existence.

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