...whiteness. A grand piano stood massively in a corner; with dark gleams on the flat surfaces like a sombre and polished sarcophagus. A high door opened — closed....a pale head, floating towards me in the dusk. She waa in mourning. It was more than a year since his death, more than a year since the news came; she...

...his soul. And later on I seemed to see his collected languid manner, when he said one day, [442] ' This lot of ivory now is really mine. The Company...she seemed as though she would remember and mourn forever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured, ' I had heard you were coming. ' I noticed she...

...door opened — closed. I rose. "She came forward, all in black, with a pale head, floating toward me in the dusk. She was in mourning. It was more than...year since the news came: she seemed as though she could remember and mourn forever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured. 'I heard you were coming.'...

...whispered cry. The horror! The horror!' "The dusk was falling. 1 had to wait in a lofty drawing room with three long windows from floor to ceiling that...she seemed as though she would remember and mourn forever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured. 'I had heard you were coming.' I noticed she...

...the story; she is a savage counterpart to the refined, European woman with whom the story will end: She came forward, all in black with a pale head, floating towards me in the dusk. She was in mourning .... She took both my hands in hers and murmured, "I had heard you were coming" . . . She had a mature...

...massively in a corner; with dark gleams on the flat surfaces like a sombre and polished sarcophagus. . . . She came forward, all in black, with a pale head,...floating towards me in the dusk. She was in mourning. (116-17) Once we are inside the Intended's house, confronted by Kurtz's hypocrisy made visible, Kurtz...

...And he goes from Africa and Kurtz's black queen to London and that white lady the "Intended," who is "all in black, with a pale head, floating towards me in the dusk." Marlow, who hates lies above all else, lies to her for her happiness: The heavens do not fall for such...

...whiteness. A grand piano stood massively in a corner, with dark gleams on the flat surfaces like a sombre and polished sarcophagus. A high door opened - closed....ever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured, "I 118 had heard you were coming." I noticed she was not very young - I mean not girlish. She had a mature...

...precisely because she comes to him as a face of whose appeal he is immediately and agonizingly aware: She came forward, all in black, with a pale head, floating towards me in the dusk.... This fair hair, this pale visage, this pure brow, seemed surrounded by an ashy halo from which the...

...whiteness. A grand piano stood massively in a corner; with dark gleams on the flat surfaces like a sombre and polished sarcophagus. A high door opened — closed....ever. She took both my hands in hers and murmured,'! had heard you were coming.' I noticed she was not very young — I mean not girlish. She had a mature...