Francis Worcester Doughty, Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)
“ Maurice is not here! Maurice is in Mars!” And I kept saying it over and over again, unable to check myself, until suddenly the lamas at the trap rose up and I knew that Maurice’s bodily form had followed the ones which had gone before. I sprang to the trap furious with myself for not having been there to see it go; amazed that I could have stood aside mumbling like a parrot while they took my friend away. Padma’s hand was on my arm before I reached it, however, and his gentle voice calmed my excitement. “No, my son do not look,” he said; “it will only alarm you and can do no good. ”
