Complete Writings of O. Henry [i.e. W.S. Porter]Doubleday, Page, 1917 |
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Pagina 12
... smoking with Willard Ged- die , the consul , on the back porch of the consulate , which was conceded to be the coolest spot in Coralio . " Hurry up , " shouted Keogh . " There's a riot in town on account of a telegram that's come for ...
... smoking with Willard Ged- die , the consul , on the back porch of the consulate , which was conceded to be the coolest spot in Coralio . " Hurry up , " shouted Keogh . " There's a riot in town on account of a telegram that's come for ...
Pagina 21
... smoking on his back porch - and there's no other place available that is cool enough . " " He isn't grumpy , " said Paula Brannigan , im- pulsively , " when he 99 But she ceased suddenly , and drew back with a deepening colour ; for her ...
... smoking on his back porch - and there's no other place available that is cool enough . " " He isn't grumpy , " said Paula Brannigan , im- pulsively , " when he 99 But she ceased suddenly , and drew back with a deepening colour ; for her ...
Pagina 22
... smoke on the much coveted porch , had found him so absorbed in his work that he departed after roundly abusing the consul for his lack of hospitality . " I shall complain to the civil service department , " said Goodwin ; - " or is it a ...
... smoke on the much coveted porch , had found him so absorbed in his work that he departed after roundly abusing the consul for his lack of hospitality . " I shall complain to the civil service department , " said Goodwin ; - " or is it a ...
Pagina 30
... smoke from Chan- ca's clay oven under the calabash - tree ; of the treble laughter of the native women in their huts , the song of the robin , the salt taste of the breeze , the diminu- endo of the faint surf running along the shore ...
... smoke from Chan- ca's clay oven under the calabash - tree ; of the treble laughter of the native women in their huts , the song of the robin , the salt taste of the breeze , the diminu- endo of the faint surf running along the shore ...
Pagina 31
... smoke that was left hanging over the brim of the sea , she might have been an imma- terial thing , a chimera of his idle brain . Geddie went into his office and sat down to dawdle over his report . If the reading of the article in the ...
... smoke that was left hanging over the brim of the sea , she might have been an imma- terial thing , a chimera of his idle brain . Geddie went into his office and sat down to dawdle over his report . If the reading of the article in the ...
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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,...