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Page ix
... expressing the truth of an indomitable faith could not but feel the edge of a sharp knife at its throat . The unchanging Man of history is wonderfully adap- table both by his power of endurance and in his ca- pacity for detachment . The ...
... expressing the truth of an indomitable faith could not but feel the edge of a sharp knife at its throat . The unchanging Man of history is wonderfully adap- table both by his power of endurance and in his ca- pacity for detachment . The ...
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... expression . He was really in trouble . He had come the week before into Delli , and the Portuguese authorities , on some pretence of irregularity in his papers , had inflicted a fine upon him and had arrested his brig . Morrison never ...
... expression . He was really in trouble . He had come the week before into Delli , and the Portuguese authorities , on some pretence of irregularity in his papers , had inflicted a fine upon him and had arrested his brig . Morrison never ...
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... expressing his horror and incredulity of such foolishness , Heyst explained that when the company came into being he had his few belongings sent out from Europe . To Davidson as to any of us , the idea of Heyst , the wandering ...
... expressing his horror and incredulity of such foolishness , Heyst explained that when the company came into being he had his few belongings sent out from Europe . To Davidson as to any of us , the idea of Heyst , the wandering ...
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... expression . Davidson lifted his hat to her . Mrs. Schomberg gave him an inclination of her sallow head and incontinently sat down behind a sort of raised counter , facing the door , with a mirror and rows of bottles at her back . Her ...
... expression . Davidson lifted his hat to her . Mrs. Schomberg gave him an inclination of her sallow head and incontinently sat down behind a sort of raised counter , facing the door , with a mirror and rows of bottles at her back . Her ...
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... expression of opinions . Schomberg might have trained her , for domestic reasons , to keep them to herself . But Davidson felt in honour obliged to converse ; so he said , putting his own interpretation on this surprising silence : " I ...
... expression of opinions . Schomberg might have trained her , for domestic reasons , to keep them to herself . But Davidson felt in honour obliged to converse ; so he said , putting his own interpretation on this surprising silence : " I ...
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answer appeared arms asked believe better boat bungalow chair Chinaman clear close coming course dark Davidson don't door doubt existence expected expression eyes face fact feeling feet fellow felt gave girl give glance gone governor hand head hear heard Heyst hold island Jones keep knew leave Lena less light lips live looked manner matter mean mind Morrison moved movement murmured nature never night observed once passed Pedro perhaps raised reason remained Ricardo round Schomberg seemed seen shoulders side sight silence smile sort sound speak stand steps stopped strange suddenly suppose surprised talk tell There's thing thought told tone took trouble turned understand verandah voice waited walked Wang watched whispered woman wonder
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Page 410 - Ah, Davidson, woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love — and to put its trust in life...
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 199 - Funny position, wasn't it? The boredom came later, when we lived together on board his ship. I had, in a moment of inadvertence, created for myself a tie. How to define it precisely I don't know. One gets attached in a way to people one has done something for. But is that friendship? 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 94 - For every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.
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 219 - 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. He turned the pages of the little volume, "Storm and Dust," glancing here and there at the broken text of reflections, maxims, short phrases, enigmatical sometimes and sometimes eloquent.
Page 3 - Victory— that we all live in an "age in which we are camped like bewildered travellers in a garish, unrestful hotel...
Page 201 - And this was true. He was still under the fresh sortilege of their common life, the surprise of novelty, the flattered vanity of his possession of this woman; for a man must feel that, unless he has 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...
Page 113 - 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 187 - Do you know what I was thinking of?" he asked. "No," she said. Her tone betrayed always a shade of anxiety, as though she were never certain how a conversation with him would end. She leaned on the guard-rail by his side. "No," she repeated. "What was it?" She waited. Then, rather with reluctance than shyness, she asked: "Were you thinking of me?" "I was wondering when you would come out," said Heyst, still without looking at the girl — to whom, after several experimental essays in combining detached...