Bram Stoker,
The Man (Stoker) — Chapter XXIX: The Silver Lady
(1905)
“ The Silver Lady knew that here golden silence was the best of help; holding close the other's hands, she waited. Stephen's breast began to heave; with an impulsive motion she drew away her hands and put them before her burning face, which she pressed lower still on the other's lap. Sister Ruth knew that the trouble, whatever it was, was about to find a voice. And then came in a low shuddering whisper a voice muffled in the folds of the dress:'I killed a man!'In all her life the Silver Lady had never been so startled or so shocked. ”
