Quotation from: Nostromo: A Tale of the Seaboard

Written by: Joseph Conrad


On the afternoon the news of that vote had reached Sulaco by the usual
roundabout postal way through Cayta, and up the coast by steamer. Don
Jose, who had been waiting for the mail in the Goulds' drawing-room, got
out of the rocking-chair, letting his hat fall off his knees. He rubbed
his silvery, short hair with both hands, speechless with the excess of
joy.


"Emilia, my soul," he had burst out, "let me embrace you! Let me--"

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