Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Band 165W. Blackwood & Sons, 1899 |
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... moved uneasily in his chair . " I am a man that fears God , and has nae time for daft stories ; but I havena traivelled the hills for twenty years wi ' my een shut . If I say that I could tell ye stories o ' faces seen in the mist , and ...
... moved uneasily in his chair . " I am a man that fears God , and has nae time for daft stories ; but I havena traivelled the hills for twenty years wi ' my een shut . If I say that I could tell ye stories o ' faces seen in the mist , and ...
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... moved around me , a few ragged shapes of men , without cloth- ing , shambling with their huge feet and looking towards me with curved beast - like glances . I tried to marshal my thoughts , and slowly , bit by bit , I built up the ...
... moved around me , a few ragged shapes of men , without cloth- ing , shambling with their huge feet and looking towards me with curved beast - like glances . I tried to marshal my thoughts , and slowly , bit by bit , I built up the ...
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... moved with me till the hillside seemed sinking under my feet . Some- times I was face downwards , once and again I must have fallen for yards . Had there been a cliff at the foot , I should have gone over it without re- sistance ; but ...
... moved with me till the hillside seemed sinking under my feet . Some- times I was face downwards , once and again I must have fallen for yards . Had there been a cliff at the foot , I should have gone over it without re- sistance ; but ...
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... moved by our vociferous salu- tations , as we stamp our feet , and clap our hands , and shout with all the force of our infant lungs . For the Christmas hamper , announced by letter from my stepfather , meant for me the unknown . But ...
... moved by our vociferous salu- tations , as we stamp our feet , and clap our hands , and shout with all the force of our infant lungs . For the Christmas hamper , announced by letter from my stepfather , meant for me the unknown . But ...
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... moved as she looked , an honest cow - like creature , whom you were at liberty not to admire , but who offered you no reason to despise her . While he , her vindictive enemy , mean un- natural little body , sheathing a base , affected ...
... moved as she looked , an honest cow - like creature , whom you were at liberty not to admire , but who offered you no reason to despise her . While he , her vindictive enemy , mean un- natural little body , sheathing a base , affected ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.