William Hope Hodgson,
The Night Land — Chapter IV. The Hushing of the Voice
(1912)
“ And, in a little moment, her far voice said these words all about me:“Dearest, thine own feet tread the world at night—” But no more had she memory of. Yet it was a sufficiency, and I, maybe with a mad, strange triumph in my soul, said unto her with my brain-elements that which remained of those words. And my spirit felt them strike upon the spirit of Naani, and awake her memory, as with the violence of a blow. ”
