Hector France,
The Grip of Desire: The Story of a Parish-Priest
“ That sinister countenance seemed to him to presage some approaching calamity.Thus, there are men whom fate has marked on the forehead with a fatal stamp. The mysterious sign is not displayed at every time and before all; but at certain epochs of life, when the unknown breath caresses the predestinated or cursed head, the mark all at once appeals, like a tawny light in the depth of night.A curse! Fatality has moulded that man's brain, it has left its potent impress on his skull. ”
