The Inheritors - Bog af Joseph Conrad & Ford M Hueffer - Hardback
Ideas, she said. \Oh, as for ideas-\ \Well?\ I hazarded, \as for ideas-?\ We went through the old gateway and I cast a glance over my shoulder. The noon sun was shining over the masonry, over the little saints' effigies, over the little fretted canopies, the grime and the white streaks of bird-dropping. \There,\ I said, pointing toward it, \doesn't that suggest something to you?\ She made a motion with her head-half negative, half contemptuous. \But,\ I stuttered, \the associations-the..