Quotation from: The Arrow of Gold

Written by: Joseph Conrad

And again I became inordinately agitated as though it were my
absolute fate to be everlastingly dying and reviving to the
tormenting fact of her existence. Perhaps she had taken something?
Anything. Some small object. I thought suddenly of a Rhenish-
stone match-box. Perhaps it was that. I didn't remember having
seen it when upstairs. I wanted to make sure at once. At once.
But I commanded myself to sit still.