Francis Worcester Doughty, Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)
“ For the moment the adept did not answer, but just stood there with his eyes fixed on nothingness, an expression of unmistakable horror mingled with deep pity plainly pictured upon his face. “What is it? What is the matter? Speak,” persisted Maurice. He sighed and raised his head slowly. Then up came one hand which was brushed before his eyes. “Gentlemen,” he said, with more agitation than I ever afterward saw him display, “we are needed outside. There is human life in peril; if there is yet time I propose to save it; who will go?” ”
