Stranger ThingsDodd, Mead, 1922 - 314 pàgines |
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Pàgina 29 - ... flipped the dregs into the Gascon's face. The fellow groaned and leaped. Grimshaw didn't stir — he was too drunk to protect himself. But the Negro saw what was in the Gascon's hand. He kicked back his chair, stretched out his arms — too late. The Gascon's knife, intended for Grimshaw, sliced into his heart. He coughed, looked at the man he had saved with a strange questioning, and collapsed. Grimshaw was sobered instantly. They say that he broke the Gascon's arm before the crowd could separate...
Pàgina 12 - May England go to the devil." He groaned. "I despise respectability, my dear Waram. You and Dagmar are well rid of me. I see I'm offending you here in Paris — you look nauseated most of the time. Let's go on to Switzerland and climb mountains." Waram was nauseated. They went to Salvan and there a curious thing happened. They were walking one afternoon along the road to Martigny. The valley was full of shadows like a deep green cup of purple wine. High above them the mountains were tipped with flame....
Pàgina 37 - But you must be rich in knowledge. Put flowers in your hair. And place your palms against a lover's palms and kiss him with generosity, ma petite. I am not a man; I am a shadow." Marie slipped her arms around him and, standing on tiptoe, put her lips against his. "Je t'aime," she said simply. His eyes deepened. There flashed into them the old, mad humour, the old vitality, the old passion for beauty. The look faded, leaving his eyes "like flames that are quenched.
Pàgina 28 - ... him. Imagine that room — foul air, sanded floor, kerosene lamps, an odour of bad wine, tobacco, and stale humanity. Grimshaw pushed his way to a table and sat down with a surly Gascon and an enormous Negro from some American ship in the harbour. They brought the poet wine but he did not drink it — sat staring at the smoky ceiling, assailed by a sudden sharp vision of Dagmar and Waram at Broadenham, alone together for the first time, perhaps on the terrace in the starlight, perhaps in Dagmar's...
Pàgina 17 - ... tearing clutch of pointed rocks in the wall face, must have known the leaping upward of the earth, the whine of wind in his bursting ears, the dizzy spinning, the rending, obliterating impact at last. . . . The pedlar lay in the valley. Grimshaw stood on the brink of the "wall." He turned, and saw Doctor Waram walking quickly away across the plateau without a backward glance. They had agreed that Waram was to return at once to the village and report the death of "his friend, Mr. Grimshaw." The...
Pàgina 1 - ... at the Alhambra — poetry in a top hat! He wore evening clothes that were a little too elaborate, a white camellia in his buttonhole, and a thick-lensed monocle on a black ribbon. During the entr'acte he stood up and surveyed the house from pit to gallery, as if he wanted to be seen. He was very tall and the ugliest man in England. Imagine the body of a Lincoln, the hands of a woman, the jaw and mouth of Disraeli, an aristocratic nose, unpleasant eyes, and then that shock of yellow hair —...
Pàgina 10 - ... her to Grimshaw's house in Chelsea and quarrelled violently with the poet. His death was an accident. Grimshaw had not touched the statuette. When he saw what had happened, he telephoned to Doctor Waram and then lay down on the couch — apparently fainted there, for he did not speak until Doctor Fenton came. Waram perjured himself, too — for Dagmar's sake. He had not, he swore, heard the actress speak of a silver statuette, or of revenge before God . . . And since there was nothing to prove...
Pàgina 38 - Pierre Pilleux was below and ready to see Doctor Waram." He waited in the "garden" at the back of the hotel. No one was about. A cat slept on the wall. Overhead the arch of the sky was flooded with orange light. Dust lay on the leaves of the potted plants and bushes. It was breathless, hot, quiet. He thought: "Waram has come because Dagmar...
Pàgina 13 - ... again, and well down the springlike coils of the descent of Martigny they came upon the body of a man — one of those wandering vendors of pocket-knives and key-rings, scissors and cheap watches. He lay on his back on a low bank by the roadside. His hat had rolled off into a pool of muddy water. Doctor Waram saw, as he bent down to stare at the face, that the fellow looked like Grimshaw. Not exactly, of course. The nose was coarser — it had not that Wellington spring at the bridge, nor the...