The Broken Shaft: Tales in Mid-oceanHenry Norman D. Appleton, 1885 - 223 من الصفحات A group of first class passengers, aboard the fictitious steamer Bavaria, each tell a tale to amuse the others in their party after the ship has a mid-ocean breakdown. |
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asked Augustus Bavaria Beatrice began Brisbane cabin Cameron captain Carus CHRISTIAN REID cigar Critic dark Davy Jones dead dealer deck Deemster doctor door Dorothy drew Eminent Tragedian exclaimed eyes face Fascinating Friend fell fellow felt finger Genoa ghosts glanced gone Good-morning hair half hand harebells head heard heart hour House instantly knew lady Leslie light lived looked Mandola Marjory mind minutes Monaco morning never night Nirvana novel Novelist once Ormsby pale Pall Mall Gazette passed passengers port port-hole portmanteau Pullborough Queenstown Rainger replied Riley ROBERT LE DIABLE Romancer round seemed ship side Silk Sir Supine sleep smile state-room steward stood story strange suddenly sure Tate Tate's tell thing thought Throgmorton Street told took turned upper berth voice Von Carus Whatbosh wondered words
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الصفحة 68 - What to expect he knew not, whether the dead man walking, or the official ministers of human justice, or some chance witness blindly stumbling in to consign him to the gallows. But when a face was thrust into the aperture, glanced round the room, looked at him, nodded and smiled as if in friendly recognition, and then withdrew again, and the door closed behind it, his fear broke loose from his control in a hoarse cry. At the sound of this the visitant returned. " Did you call me ? " he asked pleasantly,...
الصفحة 67 - With the tail of his eye he saw the door — even glanced at it from time to time directly, like a besieged commander pleased to verify the good estate of his defences. But in truth he was at peace.
الصفحة 70 - To you before all," returned the murderer. "I supposed you were intelligent. I thought - since you exist - you would prove a reader of the heart. And yet you would propose to judge me by my acts! Think of it - my acts! I was born and I have lived in a land of giants; giants have dragged me by the wrists since I was born out of my mother - the giants of circumstance. And you would judge me by my acts! But can you not look within? Can you not understand that evil is hateful to me? Can you not see within...
الصفحة 65 - He played a game of skill, depending on the rules, calculating consequence from cause; and what if nature, as the defeated tyrant overthrew the chess-board, should break the mould of their succession?
الصفحة 60 - ... alone, of course; and yet, in the bulk of empty house above him, he could surely hear a stir of delicate footing - he was surely conscious, inexplicably conscious of some presence. Ay, surely; to every room and corner of the house his imagination followed it; and now it was a faceless thing, and yet had eyes to see with; and again it was a shadow of himself; and yet again behold the image of the dead dealer, re-inspired with cunning and hatred.
الصفحة 68 - ... hymn, back again to church, and the somnolence of summer Sundays, and the high genteel voice of the parson (which he smiled a little to recall) and the painted Jacobean tombs, and the dim lettering of the Ten Commandments in the chancel. And as he sat thus, at once busy and absent, he was startled to his feet. A flash of ice, a flash of fire, a bursting gush of blood, went over him, and then he stood transfixed and thrilling. A step mounted the stair slowly and steadily, and presently a hand...
الصفحة 73 - I have been driven with revolt to what I would not; I was a bond-slave to poverty, driven and scourged. There are robust virtues that can stand in these temptations; mine was not so: I had a thirst of pleasure. But today, and out of this deed, I pluck both warning and riches both the power and a fresh resolve to be myself. I become in all things a free actor in the world; I begin to see myself all changed, these hands the agents of good, this heart at peace. Something comes over me out of the past;...
الصفحة 65 - ... mount the stairs, feet fled quietly before him and followed stealthily behind. If he were but deaf, he thought, how tranquilly he would possess his soul ! And then again, and hearkening with ever fresh attention, he blessed himself for that unresting sense which held the outposts and stood a trusty sentinel upon his life. His head turned continually on his neck; his eyes, which seemed starting from their orbits, scouted on every side, and on every side were half rewarded as with the tail of something...
الصفحة 63 - ... change of sentiment, that pale mouth had spoken, that body had been all on fire with governable energies ; and now, and by his act, that piece of life had been arrested, as the horologist, with interjected finger, arrests the beating of the clock. So he reasoned in vain ; he could rise to no more remorseful consciousness; the same heart which had shuddered before the painted effigies of crime, looked on its reality unmoved.
الصفحة 60 - He knew he was; he had watched the servant set forth sweethearting, in her poor best, " out for the day " written in every ribbon and smile. Yes, he was alone, of course; and yet, in the bulk of empty house above him, he could surely hear a stir of delicate footing — he was surely conscious, inexplicably conscious of some presence. Ay, surely; to every room and corner of the house his imagination followed it; and now it was a faceless thing...