Roy Norton, Drowned Gold — Chapter 8 (1919)
“ Aye, it was the flaming spirit of France herself that was flashed upon me across that little table in the patio of Monsieur Périgord's house, and it was an awesome, defiant, unquenchable flame, such a flame as that with which France, glorified, confronts her foe. I was awed by this light. "My country," he said, resuming, "needs gold; not so much for its credit, which is amply provided for by the bulwark of Great Britain's strength, but for her own immediate use at home. Every million francs in gold in her treasury to-day strengthens her purpose twofold. ”
