William Kirby,
The Golden Dog — Chapter XL
(1877)
“ As the hour of midnight approached, one sound after another died away in the Chateau. Caroline, who had sat counting the hours and watching the spectral moon as it flickered among the drifting clouds, withdrew from the window with a trembling step, like one going to her doom.She descended to the secret chamber, where she had appointed to meet her strange visitor and hear from strange lips the story that would be told her.She attired herself with care, as a woman will in every extremity of life. Her dark raven hair was simply arranged, and fell in thick masses over her neck and shoulders. ”
