VictoryDoubleday, Page, 1921 |
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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 buzzing ...
... 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 buzzing ...
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 man ...
... 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 man ...
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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 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...