Lew Wallace,
Ben-Hur: A tale of the Christ
(1880)
“ Their hair is long, unkempt, and strangely white; they make us shrink and shudder with an indefinable repulsion, though the effect may be from an illusory glozing of the light glimmering dismally through the unhealthy murk; or they may be enduring the tortures of hunger and thirst, not having had to eat or drink since their servant, the convict, was taken away—that is, since yesterday. Tirzah, reclining against her mother in half embrace, moans piteously. "Be quiet, Tirzah. They will come. God is good. ”
