Ian Hay, Paid In Full — Chapter 16 (1925)
“ Uncle Tony sat up, and knocked the ashes out of his pipe.‘That’s the word, Joan,’ he said—‘tragic! There’s a black spirit of tragedy hovering over this little backwater of ours: one can almost hear its ghostly wings rustling. In these surroundings the whole thing seems ludicrous. We row, we picnic, we frivol; we haven’t a care in the world! But the Spirit is there, waiting to pounce. ”
