Julian Hawthorne,
The Hollow Ruby
(1895)
“ He caught up a pillow and vicariously pressed Terah to his heart. Like other lovers, he was sometimes constrained to wreak himself on his imagination. "I quite pity Hatipha, too," he said, when he came to himself; "but in the bright lexicon of my youth there's no such word as getting bested by any tumble-down, earringed, dew-lapped, pot-bellied, old nondescript like that, I guess not! I'll go down and interview Musreddin as quick as I can get my clothes on." He reached for the gong, but ere he could strike it the curtains parted, and in sprang Ebal, evidently in fright. ”
