Complete Writings of O. Henry [i.e. W.S. Porter]Doubleday, Page, 1917 |
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Pagina 28
... cigar , and looked out upon the He felt a glow of satisfaction at finding he was so little disturbed by what he had read . He told him- self that he had conquered the distress that had sent him , a voluntary exile , to this far land of ...
... cigar , and looked out upon the He felt a glow of satisfaction at finding he was so little disturbed by what he had read . He told him- self that he had conquered the distress that had sent him , a voluntary exile , to this far land of ...
Pagina 33
... cigars side by side on his desk . fetched his steamer chair from the gallery , and stretched himself comfortably . He would smoke those three cigars while considering the problem . For it amounted to a problem . He almost wished that he ...
... cigars side by side on his desk . fetched his steamer chair from the gallery , and stretched himself comfortably . He would smoke those three cigars while considering the problem . For it amounted to a problem . He almost wished that he ...
Pagina 36
... cigar , and took the bottle in his hand , and walked down the path to the beach . There was a moon , and the sea was glorious . The breeze had shifted , as it did each evening , and was now rushing steadily seaward . Stepping to the ...
... cigar , and took the bottle in his hand , and walked down the path to the beach . There was a moon , and the sea was glorious . The breeze had shifted , as it did each evening , and was now rushing steadily seaward . Stepping to the ...
Pagina 51
... cigars lying around him , Smith sat waiting , never relaxing his sharp gaze in the direction of the steamer . The incongruous yachtsman had concentrated his in- terest upon the innocent fruiter . Twice had he been assured that no ...
... cigars lying around him , Smith sat waiting , never relaxing his sharp gaze in the direction of the steamer . The incongruous yachtsman had concentrated his in- terest upon the innocent fruiter . Twice had he been assured that no ...
Pagina 53
... cigar stumps around the cocoanut palm that night . This he must do ; for , when he sailed away before the dawn in his yacht Rambler , he carried with him the answer to a riddle so big and preposterous that few in Anchuria had ventured ...
... cigar stumps around the cocoanut palm that night . This he must do ; for , when he sailed away before the dawn in his yacht Rambler , he carried with him the answer to a riddle so big and preposterous that few in Anchuria had ventured ...
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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,...