Herminie Templeton, The Monks of Saint Bride (1908)
“ The jump of his heart up into his throat took the breath from his lips, for the truth flashed into Michael's mind that this was the ruined abbey on the cliff where he had lain down for a minute's sleep; and, O Father in Heaven! wasn't to-night All Souls' night, when the terrible monks of Saint Bride walked in their awful penance? The tolling ceased.“The saints preserve us, 'tis the abbey!” whispered Michael. “Maybe I'll be able to slip down the hill before they come.” ”
