Bram Stoker,
The Man (Stoker) — Chapter XXXI: The Life-Line
(1905)
“ No one that didn't know would ever think to keep out beyond them, for the cliff itself goes down sheer. He's a gallant soul yon; an' it's a sore pity he's goin' to his death. But it must be! God can save him if He wishes; but I fear none other!'Even as he spoke rose to Stephen's mind a memory of an old churchyard with great trees and the scent of many flowers, and a child's voice that sounded harsh through the monotonous hum of bees:'To be God, and able to do things!'Oh; to be God, if but an hour; and able to do things! To do anything to help a brave man! ”
