Quotation from: A Set of SixWritten by: Joseph Conrad |
|
"Mother let out a little cry. Father looks from him to me, and from me to him, as if comparing our faces--for, upon my soul, Charley did not resemble himself at all. Nobody moved; and the poor fellow raises his big brown hands slowly to his throat, and with one single tug rips everything open--collar, shirt, waistcoat--a perfect wreck and ruin of a man. Father and I got him upstairs somehow, and mother pretty nearly killed herself nursing him through a brain fever."
|
| PREVIOUS GROUP HOME SITE HOME NEXT |
| Old Dominion University CS Dept Designed by Joan A. Smith for the CRATE project Created: 2007-2-22T12:35:29Z Part of the CratePreservation Project Change Tag: ~~ 0 ~~ |
| Part of a series of experiments in web preservation under the direction of Michael L. Nelson, Ph.D. |