Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Doctor Grimshawe's Secret: A romance…
(1882)
“ Forth out of every window in those dusky, mean wooden houses were thrust heads of women old and young; forth out of every door and other avenue, and as if they started up from the middle of the street, or out of the unpaved sidewalks, rushed fierce avenging forms, threatening at full yell to take vengeance on the grim Doctor ”
