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a-rambling aboard banjo beach beauty began blue boat breath Brian Davidson British Burgess cabin Cap'n Ellis Captain Abbey Captain Crump Charing Cross Station cliff coast dark deck door eyes face feet Fitch flowers friends garden German guns half hand Harrods Hatchets head heard Herbert Spencer Hispaniola island knew Landsturm lava-lava light little Bavarian London looked Major Hilton Margaret Matthew Hudson mean miles Mimika minutes Miss Depew Morning Glory Neilsen never night officer Otto palm patrol boats Pennyfeather perhaps Peter Ramsay purser Rachel reef rock rose round sailor seemed seen ship side smile soldier Star stared stateroom steward stood submarine Tahiti tain talking tell There's thing thought told trenches turned U-boats Uncle Hyacinth's Vandermeer voice waiting watched window words yards young islanders
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Page 258 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Page 276 - Awake, O north wind; and come, thou south; Blow upon my garden, That the spices thereof may flow out.
Page 142 - MAXWELTON braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew ; And it's there that Annie Laurie Gied me her promise true ; Gied me her promise true, Which ne'er forgot will be ; And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee.
Page 100 - Tho' the heart be weary, sad the day and long Still to us at twilight, comes love's old song Comes love's old sweet song.
Page 27 - He did not resent it on spiritual grounds, for he had none, but he did resent it because it reminded him of his mortality, and also because a professional quack does not like to be bothered by amateurs. Mrs. Pennyfeather approached him now on the other side. She was a faded lady, with her hair dyed yellow, and tortoise-shell spectacles. " Have you ever had your halo read, Mr. Neilsen? " she asked, with a sickly smile. " No, I don'd believe in it," he said gruffly. "But, surely you believe in the...
Page 97 - Kato was sitting by me, and gave me another drink of 97 brandy. The ship was dead still, but I felt that something had gone wrong again. " I do not know Whether my own mind is going, but we have just heard the voice of Mrs. Burgess singing one of those sentimental songs that Captain Dayrell used to be so fond of. It seemed to be down in the cabin, and...
Page 42 - Throat enlarged. Consuming immense quantities pork sausages, also onions wholesale. Best greetings. Fond love. Kisses." " I'm afraid they're playing tricks on us tonight," said Mr. Pennyfeather. " They do sometimes, you know. Or, it may be fragments of two or three messages which have got mixed.
Page 43 - He could not remember the meaning, but it looked like one of those innocent commercial phrases which had been embodied in the code. Was it possible that in his agitation he had unconsciously written this thing down? He crumpled up the paper, and thrust it into his side pocket. Then he sniggered mirthlessly. Greatly to his relief, the captain began talking to Miss Depew, as if nothing had happened, about the Tower of London ; and he was able to slip away before they brought the subject down to the...
Page 35 - Ayres who vas in glose touch — er — 'business gonnections — with members of the German Legation; he — er — advised me too late, I had better gancel my bassage. I fear there is no doubt they vill change their bolicy." " But they couldn't. There ain't any policy. The Argentine Republic is a neutral country. You can't make me believe they'd do a thing like that. It wouldn't be honest, Mr. Neilsen. Of course, it's war time; but the German Government wants to be honourable, don't it, like any...
Page 218 - ... music-hall song still on my lips — " I don't suppose he'll do it again for months and months and months " — I made for the Falcon. And I never did do it again, and never shall. Sitting here late at night, that afternoon at Ringland seems a long way off. The wind outside in the trees moans fitfully : I don't suppose he'll do it again For months — and months — and months ! Such interruptions happen to the painter of the open.