Quotation from: The Arrow of Gold

Written by: Joseph Conrad


Mills and I exchanged but a few words as we walked down towards the
centre of the town. In the chill tempestuous dawn he strolled
along musingly, disregarding the discomfort of the cold, the
depressing influence of the hour, the desolation of the empty
streets in which the dry dust rose in whirls in front of us, behind
us, flew upon us from the side streets. The masks had gone home
and our footsteps echoed on the flagstones with unequal sound as of
men without purpose, without hope.

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