Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 165 |
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I tell you it is legs and arms still tremble with death . If you knew what I weariness . The shepherd's sis- know you would be crying out ter bound up my scarred wrists with fear . How far is it to and put an ointment on my Allermuir ?
I tell you it is legs and arms still tremble with death . If you knew what I weariness . The shepherd's sis- know you would be crying out ter bound up my scarred wrists with fear . How far is it to and put an ointment on my Allermuir ?
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I asked sharply . alone ; better this horrible place “ I canna verra weel tell ye . than the unknown perils of the It was about some kind o ' out - of - doors . Hastily I barribogle that lived in the Mune- ...
I asked sharply . alone ; better this horrible place “ I canna verra weel tell ye . than the unknown perils of the It was about some kind o ' out - of - doors . Hastily I barribogle that lived in the Mune- ...
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66 Weel , I've mair to tell ye . Three weeks syne my sister Margit was lost , and I've never seen her mair . " My jaw fell , and I could only stare at him . " I cam hame from the hill at nightfa ' and she was gone .
66 Weel , I've mair to tell ye . Three weeks syne my sister Margit was lost , and I've never seen her mair . " My jaw fell , and I could only stare at him . " I cam hame from the hill at nightfa ' and she was gone .
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... and the perfidious turn me into a glorified outlaw . witchery of her radiant dark I confess that whatever the smile . deficiencies of my home train- “ You mustn't tell lies , Aning , I had not been brought up gela .
... and the perfidious turn me into a glorified outlaw . witchery of her radiant dark I confess that whatever the smile . deficiencies of my home train- “ You mustn't tell lies , Aning , I had not been brought up gela .
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Had my guardian “ to tell a lie in the confessional angel forsaken me ? I had read I box is to tell a lie to the Holy a great deal of late about “ a Ghost . You may be struck yawning abyss , " " a black pit , " dead for it .
Had my guardian “ to tell a lie in the confessional angel forsaken me ? I had read I box is to tell a lie to the Holy a great deal of late about “ a Ghost . You may be struck yawning abyss , " " a black pit , " dead for it .
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Էջ 577 - 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 569 - 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 585 - 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 569 - ... 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 582 - 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...
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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.