Rafael Sabatini,
Fortune's Fool — Chapter XXI.
(1923)
“ With the forefinger he tested the consistency of that swelling, sending sharp, fiery streams of pain through all her body as it seemed to her.He lowered the arm again, and straightened himself, considering her a moment with pursed lips and thoughtful eyes.At his elbow Holles spoke in a toneless voice:"Does it . . . does it mean that her case is beyond hope?"The physician looked at him."Dum vivimus, speremus," said he. "Her case need not be hopeless any more than another's. Much depends upon the energy with which the disease is fought." ”
