Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Mystery of Cloomber — Chapter 5
(1889)
“ Oh, John, John, take me home, I feel so frightened!"She clung to my arm, and pulled at my coat in a perfect frenzy of fear."It's all safe, darling," I said soothingly. "There is nothing to fear. What has upset you so?""I am afraid of them, John; I am afraid of the Heatherstones. Why is their house lit up like this every night? I have heard from others that it is always so. And why does the old man run like a frightened hare if any one comes upon him. There is something wrong about it, John, and it frightens me." ”
