Quotation from: The Secret Agent

Written by: Joseph Conrad


The crash of the street door flung to made his very soul leap in a panic.
This house with its harmless tenant could still be made a trap of--a trap
of a terrible kind. Comrade Ossipon had no settled conception now of
what was happening to him. Catching his thigh against the end of the
counter, he spun round, staggered with a cry of pain, felt in the
distracting clatter of the bell his arms pinned to his side by a
convulsive hug, while the cold lips of a woman moved creepily on his very
ear to form the words:

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