W. Somerset Maugham

W. Somerset Maugham

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Portrait of W. Somerset Maugham W. Somerset Maugham The Magician — Chapter VII (1908)

Dr. Porhoët with a smile went out, and Arthur shut the door behind him. Suddenly, as though evil had entered into it, the terrier sprang at Oliver Haddo and fixed its teeth in his hand. Haddo uttered a cry, and, shaking it off, gave it a savage kick. The dog rolled over with a loud bark that was almost a scream of pain, and lay still for a moment as if it were desperately hurt. Margaret cried out with horror and indignation. A fierce rage on a sudden seized Arthur so that he scarcely knew what he was about.
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Portrait of W. Somerset Maugham W. Somerset Maugham The Magician — Chapter VII (1908)

And I really cannot see that the alchemist who spent his life in the attempted manufacture of gold was a more respectable object than the outside jobber of modern civilisation.”
“But if he sought for gold it was for the power it gave him, and it was power he aimed at when he brooded night and day over dim secrets. Power was the subject of all his dreams, but not a paltry, limited dominion over this or that; power over the whole world, power over all created things, power over the very elements, power over God Himself.
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Portrait of W. Somerset Maugham W. Somerset Maugham The Magician — Chapter VII (1908)

Margaret smiled and held his hand.
“I think I like you because you don’t trouble about the common little attentions of lovers.”
“Margaret’s a wise girl,” smiled Susie. “She knows that when a man sends flowers it is a sign that he has admired more women than one.”
“I don’t suppose that these were sent particularly to me.”
Arthur Burdon sat down and observed with pleasure the cheerful fire. The drawn curtains and the lamps gave the place a nice cosiness, and there was the peculiar air of romance which is always in a studio.
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