Robert Louis Stevenson,
The Master of Ballantrae: A Winter's Tale
“ But by now my lord had stepped beside Sir William; the moon shone fair upon his face, and the words were still upon Secundra’s lips, when he beheld and recognised his master’s enemy. “Him!” he screamed, clasping his hands, and shrinking on himself. “Come, come!” said Sir William. “There is none here to do you harm, if you be innocent; and if you be guilty, your escape is quite cut off. Speak, what do you here among the graves of the dead and the remains of the unburied?” “You no murderer?” inquired Secundra. “You true man? you see me safe?” ”

