H. G. Wells,
The Sleeper Awakes
(1921)
“ A chilly gust blew in by the gap, bringing with it a war of voices from the ruinous spaces without, an elvish babblement. "Save the Master!" "What are they doing to the Master?" "The Master is betrayed!" And then he realised that Ostrog's attention was distracted, that Ostrog's grip had relaxed, and wrenching his arms free, he struggled to his knees. In another moment he had thrust Ostrog back, and he was on one foot, his hand gripping Ostrog's throat, and Ostrog's hands clutching the silk about his neck. ”
