Victory: An Island TaleA story of rescue and violent tragedy set in the Malayan archipelago, 'Victory' combines high adventure with a sensitive portrayal of three drifters. |
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... door not quite closed , in order to avoid meeting his two extraordinary guests ; but he would watch through the crack their contrasted forms pass through the billiard - room and disappear on their way to bed . Then he would hear doors ...
... door not quite closed , in order to avoid meeting his two extraordinary guests ; but he would watch through the crack their contrasted forms pass through the billiard - room and disappear on their way to bed . Then he would hear doors ...
Page 135
... door he perceived that woman sitting patiently in a chair , her toes peeping out under the edge of her night - dress , an amazingly small amount of hair on her head drooping on the long stalk of scraggy neck , with that everlasting ...
... door he perceived that woman sitting patiently in a chair , her toes peeping out under the edge of her night - dress , an amazingly small amount of hair on her head drooping on the long stalk of scraggy neck , with that everlasting ...
Page 136
... doors of the public rooms which opened on the veranda . Horrors ! Another poisoned day to get through somehow ! The recollection of his resolve made him feel actually sick for a moment . First of all the lordly , abandoned at- titudes ...
... doors of the public rooms which opened on the veranda . Horrors ! Another poisoned day to get through somehow ! The recollection of his resolve made him feel actually sick for a moment . First of all the lordly , abandoned at- titudes ...
Page 138
... door of the billiard - room , as if he had seen a snake in his path . All alone with the billiards , the bare little tables , and a lot of untenanted chairs , Mr. Secretary Ricardo sat near the wall , performing with lightning rapidity ...
... door of the billiard - room , as if he had seen a snake in his path . All alone with the billiards , the bare little tables , and a lot of untenanted chairs , Mr. Secretary Ricardo sat near the wall , performing with lightning rapidity ...
Page 169
... door , and finally leaned back against the table , folding his arms on his breast comfortably , in a completely human attitude . " That's another thing you can tell a gentleman by —his freakishness . A gentleman ain't accountable to ...
... door , and finally leaned back against the table , folding his arms on his breast comfortably , in a completely human attitude . " That's another thing you can tell a gentleman by —his freakishness . A gentleman ain't accountable to ...
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Page 460 - 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 77 - The Zangiacomo band was not making music; it was simply murdering silence with a vulgar, ferocious energy. One felt as if witnessing a deed of violence...
Page 119 - Impudent, overbearing, swindling sharper," he went on. "I have a good mind to " He was beside himself in his lurid, heavy, Teutonic manner, so unlike the picturesque, lively rage of the 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...
Page 188 - 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 247 - 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.
Page 4 - ... the clear stars, a dull red glow, expanding and collapsing spasmodically like the end of a gigantic cigar puffed at intermittently in the 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. We could hardly fail to note so "empathic...
Page 239 - I've never killed a man or loved a woman — not even in my thoughts, not even in my dreams." He raised her hand to his lips, and let them rest on it for a space, during which she moved a little closer to him. After the lingering kiss he did not relinquish his hold.
Page 229 - I've been speaking. What of it?" "And you mean to say that he was your friend?" "You have heard enough to judge for yourself. You know as much of our connection as I know myself. The people in this part of the world went by appearances, and called us friends, as far as I can remember. Appearances — what more, what better can you ask for? In fact you can't have better. You can't have anything else.
Page 103 - 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.
Page 64 - Odious enough, I dare say. And you, of course — not being a married man — were free to step in. Ah, well!" He sat down in the stern-sheets, and already had the steering lines in his hands when Heyst observed abruptly : "The world is a bad dog. It will bite you if you give it a chance; but I think that here we can safely defy the fates.