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Portrait of Joseph Conrad Joseph Conrad Victory — Part Four, Chapter Eleven (1915)

It was some time before his scorched eyes made out Ricardo seated on the floor at some little distance, his back to the doorway, but only partly so; one side of his upturned face showing the absorbed, all forgetful rapture of his contemplation.
The grip of Mr. Jones's hard claw drew Heyst back a little. In the roll of thunder, swelling and subsiding, he whispered in his ear a sarcastic: "Of course!"
A great shame descended upon Heyst--the shame of guilt, absurd and maddening. Mr. Jones drew him still farther back into the darkness of the veranda.
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Portrait of Joseph Conrad Joseph Conrad Victory — Part Four, Chapter Eleven (1915)

Mr Jones was biting his lower lip, in a deep meditation. It was only towards the last that he looked at Heyst.
"Unarmed, eh?" Then he burst out violently: "I tell you, a gentleman is no match for the common herd. And yet one must make use of the brutes. Unarmed, eh? And I suppose that creature is of the commonest sort. You could hardly have got her out of a drawing-room. Though they're all alike, for that matter. Unarmed! It's a pity. I am in much greater danger than you are or were--or I am much mistaken.
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Portrait of Joseph Conrad Joseph Conrad Victory — Part Four, Chapter Eleven (1915)

Heyst."
"You have heard a lot of ugly lies," observed Heyst. "Take my word for it!"
"You would say so, of course--very natural. As a matter of fact I haven't heard very much. Strictly speaking, it was Martin. He collects information, and so on. You don't suppose I would talk to that Schomberg animal more than I could help? It was Martin whom he took into his confidence."
"The stupidity of that creature is so great that it becomes formidable," Heyst said, as if speaking to himself.
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