Youth: And Two Other StoriesMcClure, Phillips & Company, 1903 - 381 |
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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 ...
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... But a beastly smell of burning hung about the ship . Captain Beard had hollow eyes and sunken cheeks . I had never noticed so much before how twisted and bowed he was . He and Mahon prowled soberly about [ 24 ] YOUTH.
... But a beastly smell of burning hung about the ship . Captain Beard had hollow eyes and sunken cheeks . I had never noticed so much before how twisted and bowed he was . He and Mahon prowled soberly about [ 24 ] YOUTH.
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... eyes like saucers , his mouth open , and the long white hair standing straight on end round his head like a silver halo . He was just about to go down when the sight of the main - deck stirring , heaving up , and changing into splinters ...
... eyes like saucers , his mouth open , and the long white hair standing straight on end round his head like a silver halo . He was just about to go down when the sight of the main - deck stirring , heaving up , and changing into splinters ...
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... 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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Strona 94 - It had become so pitch dark that we listeners could hardly see one another. For a long time already he, sitting apart, had been no more to us than a voice. There was not a word from anybody. The others might have been asleep, but I was awake. I listened, I listened on the watch for the sentence, for the word, that would give me the clew to the faint uneasiness inspired by this narrative that seemed to shape itself without human lips in the heavy nightair of the river. "... Yes — I let him run on,"...
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