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Portrait of William Hope Hodgson 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.
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Portrait of William Hope Hodgson William Hope Hodgson The Night Land — Chapter IV. The Hushing of the Voice (1912)

And thus, in a while were they watched by all the mighty multitudes of the Great Pyramid, through millions of spy-glasses; for each human had a spying-glass, as may be thought; and some were an hundred years old, and some, maybe ten thousand, and handed down through many generations; and some but newly made, and very strange. But all those people had some instrument by which they might spy out upon the wonder of the Night Land; for so had it been ever through all the eternity of darkness, and a great diversion and wonder of life was it to behold the monsters about their work
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Portrait of William Hope Hodgson William Hope Hodgson The Night Land — Chapter IV. The Hushing of the Voice (1912)

And once, listening, I heard the Master-Word beating strangely low, and I knew the aether to thrill about me, and a faint stirring was there in my soul, as of a faint voice, speaking; and I knew that Naani called to me some message across the night of the world; yet weak and coming without clear meaning; so that I was tormented and could but send comfort to her, with my brain-elements.
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