H. Rider Haggard,
She — Chapter XII: "She"
(1887)
“ Liveth it yet in the world? Thou seest I dwell among the caves and the dead, and naught know I of the affairs of men, nor have I cared to know. I have lived, O stranger, with my memories, and my memories are in a grave that mine hands hollowed, for truly hath it been said that the child of man maketh his own path evil;" and her beautiful voice quivered, and broke in a note as soft as any wood- bird's. Suddenly her eye fell upon the sprawling frame of Billali, and she seemed to recollect herself. ”
