Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 165W. Blackwood, 1899 |
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... smile . " You mustn't tell lies , An- gela . You were seen to break the statue . " I stood up in vehement pro- test , words poured from me in a flood ; they gushed from me like life - blood flowing from my heart , and in my passion I ...
... smile . " You mustn't tell lies , An- gela . You were seen to break the statue . " I stood up in vehement pro- test , words poured from me in a flood ; they gushed from me like life - blood flowing from my heart , and in my passion I ...
Էջ 58
... man , quick to captivate little children by his winning smile . But that dim formless thing behind the grating , what was it ? They told me the priest in the confessional was God . The statement was 58 [ Jan. Autobiography of a Child .
... man , quick to captivate little children by his winning smile . But that dim formless thing behind the grating , what was it ? They told me the priest in the confessional was God . The statement was 58 [ Jan. Autobiography of a Child .
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... smile at once , and went up to him without any feeling of shyness . He lifted me on to his knee , kissed my forehead ... smiling delightedly at me , was quick to hand him . He took it from the plate , and placed it in my willing ...
... smile at once , and went up to him without any feeling of shyness . He lifted me on to his knee , kissed my forehead ... smiling delightedly at me , was quick to hand him . He took it from the plate , and placed it in my willing ...
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... smile at once , and went up to him without any feeling of shyness . He lifted me on to his knee , kissed my forehead ... smiling delightedly at me , was quick to hand him . I ( To be continued . ) 68 [ Jan. Autobiography of a Child .
... smile at once , and went up to him without any feeling of shyness . He lifted me on to his knee , kissed my forehead ... smiling delightedly at me , was quick to hand him . I ( To be continued . ) 68 [ Jan. Autobiography of a Child .
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... smile at the affectation of Horace Walpole as " Last of the Romans . " No better com- mentary could be instanced than the description of the frontis- a worse ; he searched for a Mentor His wife 1899. ] 79 Men who have kept a Diary .
... smile at the affectation of Horace Walpole as " Last of the Romans . " No better com- mentary could be instanced than the description of the frontis- a worse ; he searched for a Mentor His wife 1899. ] 79 Men who have kept a Diary .
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Էջ 575 - I did not betray Mr. Kurtz— it was ordered I should never betray him— it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. I was anxious to deal with this shadow by myself alone— and to this day I don't know why I was so jealous of sharing with any one the peculiar blackness of that experience.
Էջ 170 - Now when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or Australia, and lose myself in all the glories of exploration. At that time there were many blank spaces on the earth, and when I saw one that looked particularly inviting on a map (but they all look that) I would put my finger on it and say, When I grow up I will go there.
Էջ 567 - There was no sign on the face of nature of this amazing tale that was not so much told as suggested to me in desolate exclamations, completed by shrugs, in interrupted phrases, in hints ending in deep sighs.
Էջ 583 - Yes,' said I, and forthwith handed him the famous Report for publication, if he thought fit. He glanced through it hurriedly, mumbling all the time, judged 'it would do,' and took himself off with this plunder. "Thus I was left at last with a slim packet of letters and the girl's portrait. She struck me as beautiful — I mean she had a beautiful expression. I know that the sunlight can be made to lie, too, yet one felt that no manipulation of light and pose could have conveyed the delicate shade...
Էջ 170 - I did once turn fresh-water sailor for a bit," that we knew we were fated, before the ebb began to run, to hear about one of Marlow's inconclusive experiences. "I don't want to bother you much with what happened to me personally...
Էջ 567 - ... no two of the same size; all this brought within reach of my hand, as it were. And then I made a brusque movement, and one of the remaining posts of that vanished fence leaped up in the field of my glass. You remember I told you I had been struck at the distance by certain attempts at ornamentation, rather remarkable in the ruinous aspect of the place. Now I had suddenly a nearer view, and its first result was to make me throw my head back as if before a blow. Then I went carefully from post...
Էջ 580 - I blew the candle out and left the cabin. The pilgrims were dining in the mess-room, and I took my place opposite the manager, who lifted his eyes to give me a questioning glance, which I successfully ignored. He leaned back, serene, with that peculiar smile of his sealing the unexpressed depths of his meanness. A continuous shower of small flies streamed upon the lamp, upon the cloth, upon our hands and faces. Suddenly the manager's boy put his insolent black head in the doorway, and said in a tone...
Էջ 222 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having...
Էջ 577 - ... head pretty well; but when I had him at last stretched on the couch, I wiped my forehead, while my legs shook under me as though I had carried half a ton on my back down that hill. And yet I had only supported him, his bony arm clasped round my neck— and he was not much heavier than a child. "When next day we left at noon, the crowd, of whose presence behind the curtain of trees I had been acutely conscious all the time, flowed out of the woods again, filled the clearing, covered the slope...
Էջ 175 - In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech — and nothing happened. Nothing could happen.