Quotation from: The Arrow of Gold

Written by: Joseph Conrad


She paused for a long, quiet breath. The harmonized sweetness and
daring of her face was made pathetic by her downcast eyes.


"Fuir la mort," she repeated, meditatively, in her mysterious
voice.


Mills' big head had a little movement, nothing more. Her glance
glided for a moment towards me like a friendly recognition of my
right to be there, before she began again.

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