Complete Writings of O. Henry [i.e. W.S. Porter]Doubleday, Page, 1917 |
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Pagina 81
... Twas a palatable enough place to look at . The houses were clean and white ; and to look at ' em stuck around among the scenery they reminded you of hard - boiled eggs served with lettuce . There was a block of skyscraper mountains in ...
... Twas a palatable enough place to look at . The houses were clean and white ; and to look at ' em stuck around among the scenery they reminded you of hard - boiled eggs served with lettuce . There was a block of skyscraper mountains in ...
Pagina 84
... Twas a good - sized room , dark and cheerful , but small . ' Twas on a various street , diversified by houses and conservatory plants . The peasantry of the city passed to and fro on the fine pasturage be- tween the sidewalks . ' Twas ...
... Twas a good - sized room , dark and cheerful , but small . ' Twas on a various street , diversified by houses and conservatory plants . The peasantry of the city passed to and fro on the fine pasturage be- tween the sidewalks . ' Twas ...
Pagina 90
... Twas a long room , lit with smoky oil lamps . There was plenty of chairs , and a table at the back end . We set the phonograph on the table . Mel- linger was there , walking up and down , disturbed in his predicaments . He chewed cigars ...
... Twas a long room , lit with smoky oil lamps . There was plenty of chairs , and a table at the back end . We set the phonograph on the table . Mel- linger was there , walking up and down , disturbed in his predicaments . He chewed cigars ...
Pagina 138
... Twas hard work . " Tis strainin ' to the back and makes corns on the hands . " " I didn't know you had ever lent your sword to an oppressed people , " murmured Atwood , from the grass . " I did , " said Clancy ; " and they turned it ...
... Twas hard work . " Tis strainin ' to the back and makes corns on the hands . " " I didn't know you had ever lent your sword to an oppressed people , " murmured Atwood , from the grass . " I did , " said Clancy ; " and they turned it ...
Pagina 139
... Twas Guatemala , then - the hot one— I've been filibusterin ' with . Ye'll find that country on the map . " Tis in the district known as the tropics . By the foresight of Providence , it lies on the coast so the geography men could run ...
... Twas Guatemala , then - the hot one— I've been filibusterin ' with . Ye'll find that country on the map . " Tis in the district known as the tropics . By the foresight of Providence , it lies on the coast so the geography men could run ...
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Pagina 51 - The mountains reached up their bulky shoulders to receive the level gallop of Apollo's homing steeds, the day died in the lagoons and in the shadowed banana groves and in the mangrove swamps, where the great blue crabs were beginning to crawl to land for their nightly ramble. And it died, at last, upon the highest peaks. Then the brief twilight, ephemeral as the flight of a moth, came and went; the Southern Cross peeped with its topmost eye above a row of palms, and the fire-flies heralded with their...
Pagina 209 - Hie old boy doesn't draw badly at all. But, ye goddesses of Art! listen to the monstrosity he expects me to paint. He wants himself in the centre of the canvas, of course. He is to be painted as Jupiter sitting on Olympus, with the clouds at his feet. At one side of him stands George Washington, in full regimentals, with his hand on the president's shoulder. An angel with outstretched wings hovers overhead, and is placing a laurel wreath on the president's head, crowning him — Queen of the May,...