It was the fine powder of curare
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Seria uma arma poderosa e invencível, contra a qual não houvesse defesa possível senão em um milagre da Providência? Era o pó sutil do curare, o veneno terrível dos selvagens. Isabel colou os lábios no cristal com uma espécie de delírio.
Was it a weapon so powerful and invincible that no defense held save a miracle of Providence? It was the fine powder of curare, the dread poison of the natives. Isabel pressed her lips to the glass in a kind of delirium.
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