Complete Works, Volume 24Doubleday, Page, 1923 |
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Amelia answer Arlette arms asked boat body Bolt cabin called Captain Vincent carry Catherine changed Citizen close coast coming course dark deck don't door doubt English Escampobar eyes face fact farm feeling feet fellow felt give gone hand head heard heart hold kitchen knew land lieutenant Lieutenant Réal light lips listened look lying matter mean Michel mind moved murmured never night officer once passed patriot perhaps Peyrol raised Réal remained rest round rover sail sans-culotte Scevola seemed seen ship shore shoulder side sight sitting smile sort sound speak standing stone stood strange suddenly Symons talk tartane tell thing thought tone took Toulon turned voice waited walked wall watch whole woman wonder yard
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Pagina 286 - But the only certain thing we can say of him is that he was not a bad Frenchman." "Everything's in that," murmured the cripple, with fervent conviction in the silence that fell upon Real's words and Arlette's faint sigh of memory. The blue level of the Mediterranean, the charmer and the deceiver of audacious men, kept the secret of its fascination — hugged to its calm breast the victims of all the wars, calamities and tempests of its history, under the marvellous purity of the sunset sky.
Pagina 142 - Esterel, probably with the intention of anchoring for the night off the long white beach which in a regular curve closes the roadstead of Hyeres on that side. Peyrol pictured her to himself, on the clouded night, not so very dark since the full moon was but a day old, lying at anchor within hail of the low shore, with her sails furled and looking profoundly asleep, but with the watch on deck lying by the guns. He gnashed his teeth. It had come to this at last, that the captain of the Amelia could...
Pagina 275 - You don't seem to hate the French, Vincent," said the Admiral, smiling faintly. "Not that kind, my lord," said Captain Vincent with a bow. " I detest their political principles and the characters of their public men, but your lordship will admit that for courage and determination we could not have found worthier adversaries anywhere on this globe.
Pagina 209 - He had developed a liking for old Peyrol, the only man who had nothing to do with the revolution — who had not even seen it at work. The sincere lawlessness of the ex-Brother of the Coast was refreshing. That one was neither a hypocrite nor a fool. When he robbed or killed it was not in the name of the sacred revolutionary principles or for the love of humanity.
Pagina 175 - I don't know whether I didn't like you better when you were quieter." "And you would like best to see me still quieter in my grave." She dazzled him. Vitality streamed out of her eyes, her lips, her whole person, enveloped her like a halo and . . . yes, truly, the faintest possible flush had appeared on her cheeks, played on them faintly rosy like the light of a distant flame on the snow. She raised her arms up in the air and let her hands fall from on high on...
Pagina 237 - H'm! Thunder at sunrise. It must be in the west. It only wanted that! " He feared it would first kill the little breeze there was and then knock the weather up altogether. For a moment all his faculties seemed paralyzed by that faint sound. On that sea ruled by the gods of Olympus he might have been a pagan mariner subject to Jupiter's caprices; but like a defiant pagan he shook his fist vaguely at space which answered him by a short and threatening mutter.
Pagina 4 - Where do you come from, citoyen?"—"From the other side of the world," Peyrol boomed out. ' He did not get rid of his followers till the door of the Port Office. There he reported himself to the proper officials as master of a prize taken off the Cape by Citoyen Renaud, Commander-in-Chief of the Republican Squadron in the Indian Seas. He had been ordered to make for Dunkerque but, said he, having been chased by the sacres Anglais three times in a fortnight between Cape Verde and Cape Spartel, he...
Pagina 37 - ... the bottom, which it filled exactly. Busy on his knees he repacked the chest. A jumper or two, a fine cloth jacket, a remnant piece of Madapolam muslin, costly stuff for which he had no use in the world— a quantity of fine white shirts. Nobody would dare to rummage in his chest, he thought, with the assurance of a man who had been feared in his time. Then he rose, and looking round the room and stretching his powerful arms, he ceased to think of the treasure, of the future and even of to-morrow,...
Pagina 105 - ... relations with them had been very mixed. They had been his enemies and his superiors. He had been chased by them. He had been trusted by them. The Revolution had made a clean cut across the consistency of his wild life — Brother of the Coast and gunner in the national navy — and yet he was always the same man. It was like that, too, with them. Officers of the King, officers of the Republic, it was only changing the skin. All alike looked askance at a free rover. Even this one could not forget...