Victory, an Island TaleClassic Books Company, 1929 - 396 pages |
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Page xiii
... dark and unspeakable cuddy of that schooner , an old Spanish gentleman , owner of much luggage and , as Bicardo assured me , very ill indeed . Ricardo seemed to be either a servant or the confidant of that aged and distinguished ...
... dark and unspeakable cuddy of that schooner , an old Spanish gentleman , owner of much luggage and , as Bicardo assured me , very ill indeed . Ricardo seemed to be either a servant or the confidant of that aged and distinguished ...
Page xiv
... dark depths of a horrible stuffy bunk . As it fell calm in the course of the afternoon and continued calm during all that night and the terrible , flaming day , the late " Rich man " had to be thrown overboard at sunset , though as a ...
... dark depths of a horrible stuffy bunk . As it fell calm in the course of the afternoon and continued calm during all that night and the terrible , flaming day , the late " Rich man " had to be thrown overboard at sunset , though as a ...
Page xvi
... I naturally ( being idle ) continued to look at the girl through all the second part of the programme . The shape of her dark head inclined over the violin was fascinating , and , while resting between the pieces xvi AUTHOR'S NOTE.
... I naturally ( being idle ) continued to look at the girl through all the second part of the programme . The shape of her dark head inclined over the violin was fascinating , and , while resting between the pieces xvi AUTHOR'S NOTE.
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... dark . Axel Heyst was also a smoker ; and when he lounged out on his verandah with his cheroot , the last thing before going to bed , he made in the night the same sort of glow and of the same size as that other one so many miles away ...
... dark . Axel Heyst was also a smoker ; and when he lounged out on his verandah with his cheroot , the last thing before going to bed , he made in the night the same sort of glow and of the same size as that other one so many miles away ...
Page 10
... dark and wet there ; that it was like living with your head and shoulders in a moist gunny - bag . That was only his exaggerated style of talking . Morrison was " one of us . . " He was owner and master of the Capricorn , trading brig ...
... dark and wet there ; that it was like living with your head and shoulders in a moist gunny - bag . That was only his exaggerated style of talking . Morrison was " one of us . . " He was owner and master of the Capricorn , trading brig ...
Contents
Section 21 | 224 |
Section 22 | 233 |
Section 23 | 245 |
Section 24 | 250 |
Section 25 | 260 |
Section 26 | 281 |
Section 27 | 290 |
Section 28 | 299 |
Section 9 | 77 |
Section 10 | 91 |
Section 11 | 98 |
Section 12 | 105 |
Section 13 | 118 |
Section 14 | 135 |
Section 15 | 153 |
Section 16 | 173 |
Section 17 | 182 |
Section 18 | 185 |
Section 19 | 201 |
Section 20 | 216 |
Section 29 | 306 |
Section 30 | 314 |
Section 31 | 332 |
Section 32 | 338 |
Section 33 | 343 |
Section 34 | 356 |
Section 35 | 368 |
Section 36 | 376 |
Section 37 | 394 |
Section 38 | 403 |
Section 39 | 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.
Page 390 - You are an extraordinary man," he said suspiciously, and moved on, touching elbows with Heyst. In the latter's breast dwelt a deep silence, the complete silence of unused faculties. At this moment, by simply shouldering Mr. Jones, he could have thrown him down and put himself by a couple of leaps, beyond the certain aim of the revolver; but he did not even think of that. His very will seemed dead of weariness. He moved automatically, his head low, like a prisoner captured by the evil power of a masquerading...
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.