Theodore Winthrop,
Cecil Dreeme — Chapter V. Churm Against Densdeth
(1864)
“ There was a snarl, however, beneath these mild, measured notes. He soothed you; but you felt that there was a claw curled under the velvet. As to his laugh, it was jackal, — a cruel, traitorous laugh, without sympathy or humor, — a sneer given voice. ”
