[']I have lived, oh stranger, with my memories, and my memories are in a grave that mine own hands hollowed, for truly hath it been said that the child of man maketh his own path evil;' and her beautiful voice quivered, and broke in a note as soft as any wood-bird's.
1886 October – 1887 January, H[enry] Rider Haggard, “‘She’”, in She: A History of Adventure, London: Longmans, Green, and Co., published 1887, page 143