H. Bedford-Jones, The Star Woman — Chapter 6 (1924)
“ She turned to the warriors, ordered them to obey Crawford, and then walked in among the trees and vanished in the direction of her own abode. Frontin glanced after her with his darkly sardonic gaze, and shrugged. "The olden fanes fall crumbling, the chatter of priests and the mystery of woman alike are withered and desolate in the breath of ambition," he murmured. "That crooked pine-tree under which you lay, my cap'n, was a sacred tree among these people; blood must not touch this ground. ”
