Excerpts from the Book 'Trilby':

... had been all the morning at Carrel's studio, drawing from the life. Little Billee was small and slender, about twenty or twenty-one, and had a straight ...
... strokes the outline of 's foot on the wall, lest he should forget his fresh vision of it, which was still to him as the thing itself-an absolute reality, ...
... and very tender of other people's feelings so he kept all his immature juvenile agnosticism to himself. To atone for such ungainly strong-mindedness ...
... for he elected to stand at his work and begin with a chalk drawing. The model (a male) was posed, and work began In silence. Monday morning is always ...
... masher! I can well believe him. For myself, I only speak of Trilby as I have seen her-clothed and in her right mind. She never sat to me for ...
... sweeter outline, and her big British teeth were so white and regular that even Frenchmen forgave them their British bigness. And a new soft brightness ...
... dean, and speaks the worst French I know, and speaks it wherever and whenever he can. It serves him right, I think. He was fond of lords, and knew ...
... soft, cool, tender hand on his aching brow, and there let him go to sleep, and sleeping, die! He slept and slept, with no better rest for his aching ...
... full to speak, and their manner was quite gruff-it was a way they had when they were deeply moved and didn't want to show it. And as he gazed out of ...
... for bloated dukes and lords and the rest (we all do sooner or later, if things go well with us) especially for their wives and sisters and daughters ...
... great, where grand-pianos are, and hired accompanists, and highly paid singers, and a good deal of talk while they sing. So his powers of quick, wide, ...
... up aloft. The impossible will be done. She wants what she wants so badly, and prays for it so hard. 'She believes-she believes-what doesn't she believe, ...
... coucher.' They entered the courtyard through the little door in the porte cochere, and beheld Madame Vinard standing on the step of her loge, her arms ...
... than the first, and created, if possible, a wilder enthusiasm. only sang twice. Her first song was 'Malbrouck s'en va-t'en guerre.' She began it ...
... rise again and again and again on this astounding pair! Such was La Svengali's debut in Paris. It had lasted little over an hour, one quarter of which ...
... at once. He longed for his mother as he used to long for her when he was in trouble as a small boy and she was away from home-longed for her desperately-to hug ...
... faces. He'd got heart disease. I'm sorry! oh, very sorry indeed! He was always very kind, poor Svengali!' 'Yes. He's dead,' said Taffy. 'And Gecko-dear ...
... languages quite incomprehensible (many letters had to remain unanswered)-Taffy took an almost malicious pleasure in explaining all this to Mrs. Bagot. Then ...
... not talk to Mr. Thomas Bagot about it. I'd rather talk to Taffy if I must. He's very clever, Taffy, though he doesn't often say such clever things ...
... shook Gecko's hand and asked. 'Ou restez-vous, Gecko?' 'Quarante-huit Rue des Pousse-cailloux, au cinquieme.' 'How strange!' said Taffy to his ...