# Quote — George Eliot, Adam Bede

> It was a still afternoon — the golden light was lingering languidly among the upper boughs, only glancing down here and there on the purple pathway and its edge of faintly sprinkled moss: an afternoon in which destiny disguises her cold awful face behind a hazy radiant veil, encloses us in warm downy wings, and poisons us with violet-scented breath.

- Author: [George Eliot](https://www.leafyquotes.com/george-eliot.md)
- Book: [Adam Bede](https://www.leafyquotes.com/george-eliot/adam-bede.md)
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