Randall Parrish,
My Lady of the South
(1909)
“ I heard the soft pressure of feet on the stairs, and then the swish of a dress in the hall. Daniels was on his feet instantly, crouching like a wild animal, but I held him back with a grip upon his arm. "Stay where you are," I whispered sternly, "it is only the girl coming." For the first second she appeared to perceive me only, her eyes searching my face in one quick, questioning glance; then she saw Daniels, and she reeled back against the side of the door, flinging out her hands, the expression of her face picturing startled recognition. ”
