 THE POINT OF HONOR sneaking through the back streets to his quarters. In one of these quiet side streets the sounds of a flute coming out of the open window of a lighted upstairs room in a modest house interrupted his dismal reflections. It was being...  The Point of Honor: A Military Tale - Page 37by Joseph Conrad - 1908 - 180 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Joseph Conrad - 1908 - 206 pages
...means be concealed. He dreaded the discredit and ridicule above everything, and was painfully aware of THE POINT OF HONOR sneaking through the back streets...deliberate, persevering virtuosity, and through the fioritures of the tune one could even hear the thump of the foot beating time on the floor. Lieutenant... | |
 | Joseph Conrad - 1921 - 318 pages
...and was painfully aware of sneaking through the back streets in the manner of a murderer. Presently the sounds of a flute coming out of the open window...his dismal reflections. It was being played with a persevering virtuosity, and through the fioritures of the tune one could hear the regular thumping... | |
 | Joseph Conrad - Short stories, English - 1928 - 304 pages
...and was painfully aware of sneaking through the back streets in the manner of a murderer. Presently the sounds of a flute coming out of the open window...his dismal reflections. It was being played with a persevering virtuosity, and through the fioritures of the tune one could hear the regular thumping... | |
 | Joseph Conrad - English fiction - 1921 - 322 pages
...and was painfully aware of sneaking through the back streets in the manner of a murderer. Presently the sounds of a flute coming out of the open window...his dismal reflections. It was being played with a persevering virtuosity, and through the fioritures of the tune one could hear the regular thumping... | |
 | Joseph Conrad - Political fiction, English - 1921 - 312 pages
...and was painfully aware of sneaking through the back streets in the manner of a murderer. Presently the sounds of a flute coming out of the open window...his dismal reflections. It was being played with a persevering virtuosity, and through the fioritures of the tune one could hear the regular thumping... | |
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