Quotation from: The Secret Agent

Written by: Joseph Conrad

"As I've had occasion to observe before, a fatal infatuation for an
unworthy--"

Mr Vladimir raised a large white, plump hand. "Ah, yes. The unlucky
attachment--of your youth. She got hold of the money, and then sold you
to the police--eh?"

The doleful change in Mr Verloc's physiognomy, the momentary drooping of
his whole person, confessed that such was the regrettable case. Mr
Vladimir's hand clasped the ankle reposing on his knee. The sock was of
dark blue silk.