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  Thank the Lord I had sense enough to engage a private detective and not to call in the police, as you suggested


# bib

id: 526
title: Heart of Darkness
author: Conrad, Joseph
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  red--good to see at any time, because one knows that some real work surprised, I said Yes, when he produced a thing like calipers and got crossed the room gently to look at the sick man, and returning, said to see a little ivory coming out from there, and I had heard Mr. Kurtz was The bush around said nothing, and would not let us look very far, anything should happen to Mr. Kurtz before we came up.'' I looked at him, was clear, and on the water-side I saw a white man under a hat like a ''What does this fellow look like?'' Suddenly I got it. ''You don''t know how such a life tries a man like Kurtz,'' cried ''Nevertheless I think Mr. Kurtz is a remarkable man,'' I said with "''Yes, I know,'' I said with something like despair in my heart, but


id: 10321
title: Dragon''s blood
author: Rideout, Henry Milner
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  red and white eyes staring fish-like from her black prow: a silly "My compradore, Ah Pat," said Heywood to Rudolph. like a man caught in a fault, his wrinkled face eloquent of fear, his "There," he said, bringing Rudolph to an inner chamber, or dark little The face and the voice came to Rudolph like another trouble across a The relief, after dragging days of uncertainty, came to Rudolph like a "Oh!" said Heywood, with his gray eyes fastened on Rudolph, "no shadow, Heywood''s pony came sidling against Rudolph''s, till legging Rudolph shook his head, like a man caught in some stupid blunder. Rudolph started, turned, but now sat quiet under Heywood''s grasp. Rudolph leaned back, like a man refreshed and comforted, but his laugh "Come away from the window," said Heywood; and then to the white-haired He caught Rudolph by the arm; and standing for a moment like close


id: 40146
title: The City of Masks
author: McCutcheon, George Barr
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  "I''ve got more money than I know what to do with, Miss Emsdale," said "I''m blessed if I know," said the young man, shaking his head slowly. "Best way I know of to escape blizzards and snow-drifts," said Mr. Bramble, brightly. "Please close the door, Trotter, there''s a good fellow," interrupted Mr. Bramble, frowning significantly at the young man. "He will be good at any rate," said Mr. Bramble, fixing the young man "We are to dine with Mr. and Mrs. Smith-Parvis tonight," said Mr. Cricklewick. On the following Monday, Thomas Trotter entered the service of Mrs. Millidew, and on the same day Stuyvesant Smith-Parvis returned to New "This is Miss Emsdale, our governess," said Mrs. Smith-Parvis. "Be good enough, Mrs. Smith-Parvis, to come to the point," she said. "I think he said that young Mrs. Millidew was going down to look after


id: 58930
title: It Happened in Japan
author: Anethan, Albert d'', Baroness
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  little man, with a face like a russet apple, was Pearl''s one pleasure "Forgive me, my dear old friend," interrupted Pearl, "love and happiness As de Güldenfeldt walked away from Pearl''s house that day he was very "Look here, Pearl," answered Amy, raising her sleek head while her eyes "Now, dear," said Pearl, "it''s dark, I can hardly see your face, so tell Sir Ralph Nicholson appeared the next day at Pearl''s house in answer to Pearl''s thoughts turned before long from herself and Martinworth to the De Güldenfeldt let his keen blue eyes rest for a minute on Pearl''s "He is a good friend to you, Pearl, that old lawyer," remarked Mrs. Rawlinson, as after carefully reading the letter, she returned it to "I think," said Sir Ralph, this time addressing himself to Pearl, "if from Mrs. Nugent''s house, and Pearl was left once more to her thoughts.


