Quotation from: The Secret Agent

Written by: Joseph Conrad

The constable moved away, flashing as he passed the light of his dark
lantern, merely for form's sake, at the shop window. For a moment longer
the man and the woman inside stood motionless, panting, breast to breast;
then her fingers came unlocked, her arms fell by her side slowly. Ossipon
leaned against the counter. The robust anarchist wanted support badly.
This was awful. He was almost too disgusted for speech. Yet he managed
to utter a plaintive thought, showing at least that he realised his
position.