Complete Writings of O. Henry [i.e. W.S. Porter]Doubleday, Page, 1917 |
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Pagina 15
... knew before that Presi- dent Norvin Green had stamped it with the seal of his approval . " Tis now no longer literature , but lan- guage . The dictionaries tried , but they couldn't make it go for anything but dialect . Sure , now that ...
... knew before that Presi- dent Norvin Green had stamped it with the seal of his approval . " Tis now no longer literature , but lan- guage . The dictionaries tried , but they couldn't make it go for anything but dialect . Sure , now that ...
Pagina 23
... knew that not one in fifty of his acquaint- ances in the States had ever heard of Coralio . He knew that two men , at any rate , would have to read his report - some underling in the State Department and a compositor in the Public ...
... knew that not one in fifty of his acquaint- ances in the States had ever heard of Coralio . He knew that two men , at any rate , would have to read his report - some underling in the State Department and a compositor in the Public ...
Pagina 24
... knew it to be the Valhalla , one of the line of fruit vessels plying for the Vesuvius Company . Down to niños of five years , every one in Coralio could name you each in- coming steamer by the note of her siren . The consul sauntered by ...
... knew it to be the Valhalla , one of the line of fruit vessels plying for the Vesuvius Company . Down to niños of five years , every one in Coralio could name you each in- coming steamer by the note of her siren . The consul sauntered by ...
Pagina 31
... knew that men some- times hope without being aware of it . Now , since she had come two thousand miles and had passed without a sign , not even his unconscious self need cling to the past any longer . After dinner , when the sun was low ...
... knew that men some- times hope without being aware of it . Now , since she had come two thousand miles and had passed without a sign , not even his unconscious self need cling to the past any longer . After dinner , when the sun was low ...
Pagina 33
... to the less assailable one that the bottle contained a message to himself . Ida knew he was in Coralio ; she must have launched the bottle while the yacht was passing and the wind blowing fairly toward the 33 THE LOTUS AND THE BOTTLE.
... to the less assailable one that the bottle contained a message to himself . Ida knew he was in Coralio ; she must have launched the bottle while the yacht was passing and the wind blowing fairly toward the 33 THE LOTUS AND THE BOTTLE.
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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,...