He seemed to hasten the retreat of departing light by his very presence; the setting sun dipped sharply, as though fleeing before our nigger; a black mist emanated from him; a subtle and dismal influence; a something cold and gloomy that floated out and settled on all the faces like a mourning veil. The circle broke up. The joy of laughter died on stiffened lips.
Joseph ConradAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: polish
- Born: December 3, 1857
- Died: August 3, 1924
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