Is there a spot on earth where such a man is unknown, an ominous survival testifying to the eternal fitness of lies and impudence?
In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent.
Reality, as usual, beats fiction out of sight.
The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.
The mind of man is capable of anything.
The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far, far, away along blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.