Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 165W. Blackwood & Sons, 1899 |
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... March , in Bergamo , in He passed down the Via Stella morning and evening for а week . Morning and evening his eyes encountered Vanna's . The third evening he smiled at her , the fourth morning he saluted her ; the fifth evening he ...
... March , in Bergamo , in He passed down the Via Stella morning and evening for а week . Morning and evening his eyes encountered Vanna's . The third evening he smiled at her , the fourth morning he saluted her ; the fifth evening he ...
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Printed by William Blackwood and Sons . BLACKWOOD'S MARCH 1899 . BYGONE DAYS . BY MRS CHARLES. come forward to solicit our confidence in his sagacity or statesmanship ? He has given himself away . We know not how Mr Mor- ley ...
Printed by William Blackwood and Sons . BLACKWOOD'S MARCH 1899 . BYGONE DAYS . BY MRS CHARLES. come forward to solicit our confidence in his sagacity or statesmanship ? He has given himself away . We know not how Mr Mor- ley ...
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... and the down- fall of the Emperor Napoleon . He found Napoleon's cloak , left with his carriage on a mound near the battle - field . The cloak was too cumbersome to be taken away , so my uncle cut off the clasps 466 [ March Bygone Days .
... and the down- fall of the Emperor Napoleon . He found Napoleon's cloak , left with his carriage on a mound near the battle - field . The cloak was too cumbersome to be taken away , so my uncle cut off the clasps 466 [ March Bygone Days .
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... squares , with the cavalry riding among them . I saw it taste when speaking of her daughter to call her " Barrack Sall " Sir Peregrine told me that camped in the Bois de Boulogne of York , Clarence 472 [ March Bygone Days .
... squares , with the cavalry riding among them . I saw it taste when speaking of her daughter to call her " Barrack Sall " Sir Peregrine told me that camped in the Bois de Boulogne of York , Clarence 472 [ March Bygone Days .
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... March 1815 , he sent for Fouché and wished him to take the department of the Police . Fouché informed the King that it was too late , and frankly told him his reasons for think- ing so . M. Blacas , who was present , twice interrupted ...
... March 1815 , he sent for Fouché and wished him to take the department of the Police . Fouché informed the King that it was too late , and frankly told him his reasons for think- ing so . M. Blacas , who was present , twice interrupted ...
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Էջ 563 - 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 555 - 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 571 - 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 555 - ... 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 568 - 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 565 - ... 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.