Doré

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Various ../../ (1927-01)

That strange, weird scene, like some terrible vision from the pages of Doré, often rises before me—the tall white figure of the angel, the dark, squatting winged monster before her, and we two men from the sunlit world standing there upon that narrow way, the black profundity of the chasm yawning on either side of us.
The angel had indeed well chosen the moment. If that hideous ape-bat, straining at its leash, were loosed at us, our position, despite our revolvers, would be a truly horrible one. Scarce twenty-five feet lay between the monster and ourselves.
Source: Wikisource

Portrait of Owen Johnson Owen Johnson The Salamander

He reddened, pleased as a boy. "Want you to hear good music," he said in self-excusation. "Shan't be here always; you'll have to take a friend."
"Oh, but I want to go with you!" said Doré, genuinely moved.
"When I'm here—can't tell," he said, in the seventh heaven of happiness. "But I want you to go regularly; besides, my car is to call for you." [Pg 91]
"You are so kind," said Doré, looking at him solemnly, and forgetting for the moment all thought of calculation. "Really, I don't think there is another man in the world so kind!"
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Owen Johnson Owen Johnson The Salamander

Doré said hastily. "My friend, Judge Massingale."
Snyder gave him her hand abruptly, with a quick antagonistic movement, watching his embarrassed face keenly.
"Just came up to get my coat," said Doré glibly. "Going out for dinner!"
They left hurriedly, ill at ease. On the second stairway, in the dark, she stopped him, and approaching her lips so close to his ear that they almost brushed it, said:
"I am not acting; I mean everything. It is to be the great thing in my life!"
Source: Gutenberg

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