Youth: And Two Other StoriesDoubleday, Page & Company, 1903 - 339 |
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... eyes in that old face of his , which were amazingly like a boy's , with that candid expression some quite common men preserve to the end of their days by a rare internal gift of simplicity of heart and rectitude of soul . What induced ...
... eyes in that old face of his , which were amazingly like a boy's , with that candid expression some quite common men preserve to the end of their days by a rare internal gift of simplicity of heart and rectitude of soul . What induced ...
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... eyes of idiots . As soon as we had crawled on deck I used to take a round turn with a rope about the men , the pumps , and the mainmast , and we turned , we turned incessantly , with the water to our waists , to our necks , over our ...
... eyes of idiots . As soon as we had crawled on deck I used to take a round turn with a rope about the men , the pumps , and the mainmast , and we turned , we turned incessantly , with the water to our waists , to our necks , over our ...
Strona 22
... eyes and sunken cheeks . I had never noticed so much before how twisted and bowed he was . He and Mahon prowled soberly about hatches and ventilators , sniffing . It struck me suddenly poor Mahon was a very , very old chap . As to me ...
... eyes and sunken cheeks . I had never noticed so much before how twisted and bowed he was . He and Mahon prowled soberly about hatches and ventilators , sniffing . It struck me suddenly poor Mahon was a very , very old chap . As to me ...
Strona 23
... eyes , petrified him on the top step . I stared at him in un- belief , and he stared at me with a queer kind of shocked curiosity . I did not know that I had no hair , no eye- brows , no eyelashes , that my young moustache was burnt off ...
... eyes , petrified him on the top step . I stared at him in un- belief , and he stared at me with a queer kind of shocked curiosity . I did not know that I had no hair , no eye- brows , no eyelashes , that my young moustache was burnt off ...
Strona 33
... eyes , gleamed on patches of white skin seen through the torn shirts . Each had the marks as of a battle about him— bandaged heads , tied - up arms , a strip of dirty rag round a knee and each man had a bottle between his legs and a ...
... eyes , gleamed on patches of white skin seen through the torn shirts . Each had the marks as of a battle about him— bandaged heads , tied - up arms , a strip of dirty rag round a knee and each man had a bottle between his legs and a ...
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