Kate Chopin

“ The place, a homely cabin down in Arkansas, in which he and a friend had found shelter and hospitality during a hunting expedition.
There were others beside. A little sister or two; a father and mother--coarse, and bent with toil, but proud as archangels of their handsome girl, who was too clever to stay in an Arkansas cabin, and who was going away to seek her fortune in the big city.
"The girl is dead," said Doctor Chevalier. "I knew her well, and charge myself with her remains and decent burial." ”

“ The same scurrying; the same groups of tawdry, frightened women bending over banisters--hysterical, some of them; morbidly curious, others; and not a few shedding womanly tears; with a dead girl stretched somewhere, as this one was. ”