Complete Works, Volume 19

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Doubleday, Page, 1925

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Page 94 - ... the part of his round eyes and frightful whiskers, was trying to evolve a theory of the anchored ship. His dominant trait was to take all things into earnest consideration. He was of a painstaking turn of mind. As he used to say, he " liked to account to himself...
Page 141 - And all the time I dared not look towards the land lest my heart should fail me. I released my grip at last and he ran forward as if fleeing for dear life. I wondered what my double there in the sail-locker thought of this commotion. He was able to hear everything — and perhaps he was able to understand why, on my conscience, it had to be thus close — no less. My first order "Hard alee!
Page 101 - A pretty thing to have to own up to for a Conway boy," murmured my double distinctly. "You're a Conway boy?" "I am," he said, as if startled. Then, slowly . . . "Perhaps you too . . ." It was so; but being a couple of years older I had left before he joined. After a quick interchange of dates a silence fell; and I thought suddenly of my absurd mate with his terrific whiskers and the "Bless my soul— you don't say so
Page 101 - Hadn't the slightest idea. I am the mate of her " He paused and corrected himself. "I should say I was." "Aha! Something wrong?" "Yes. Very wrong indeed. I've killed a man.
Page 93 - ... earth, while I lingered yet, my hand resting lightly on my ship's rail as if on the shoulder of a trusted friend. But, with all that multitude of celestial bodies staring down at one, the comfort of quiet communion with her was gone for good. And there were also disturbing sounds by this time — voices, footsteps forward; the steward flitted along the main-deck, a busily ministering spirit; a hand-bell tinkled urgently under the poop deck.
Page 127 - I would smuggle him into my bed-place, and we would whisper together, with the regular footfalls of the officer of the watch passing and repassing over our heads. It was an infinitely miserable time.
Page 94 - The why and the wherefore of that scorpion — how it got on board and came to select his room rather than the pantry (which was a dark place and more what a scorpion would be partial to), and how on earth it managed to drown itself in the inkwell of his writing desk — had exercised him infinitely.
Page 134 - I am going to stand right in. Quite in — as far as I can take her." The stare of extreme surprise imparted an air of ferocity also to his eyes, and he looked truly terrific for a moment. "We're not doing well in the middle of the gulf," I continued, casually. "I am going to look for the land breezes to-night." "Bless my soul! Do you mean, sir, in the dark amongst the lot of all them islands and reefs and shoals?" "Well — if there are any regular land breezes at all on this coast one must get...
Page 125 - I was not wholly alone with my command; for there was that stranger in my cabin. Or rather, I was not completely and wholly with her. Part of me was absent. That mental feeling of being in two places at once affected me physically as if the mood of secrecy had penetrated my very soul.
Page 96 - And suddenly I rejoiced in the great security of the sea as compared with the unrest of the land, in my choice of that untempted life presenting no disquieting problems, invested with an elementary moral beauty by the absolute straightforwardness of its appeal and by the singleness of its purpose.

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