George MacDonald,
Lilith: A Romance
“ It consoled Lona, however, to learn which he was, for she had been expecting him to grow a bad giant, from which worst of fates death had saved him. The leopardess sprang upon his murderer, took him by the throat, dragged him into the street, and followed Lona with him, like a cat with a great rat in her jaws. “Let us leave the horrible place,” said Lona; “there are no mothers here! This people is not worth delivering.” ”
