My curiosity, in a sense, was stronger than my fear, for I could not remain where I was, but crept back to the bank again, whence, sheltering my head behind a bush of broom, I might command the road before our door.
从某种意义上说,我的好奇心战胜了恐惧;我无法留在原处,便又爬回岸边,把头藏在一丛金雀花后,好看清门前的道路。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · Treasure Island (1883) —