A minute later the bailiff and four of his men rode past him on their journey back to Southampton, the other two having been chosen as grave-diggers. As they passed Alleyne saw that one of the men was wiping his sword-blade upon the mane of his horse. A deadly sickness came over him at the sight, and sitting down by the wayside he burst out weeping, with his nerves all in a jangle. It was a terrible world thought he, and it was hard to know which were the most to be dreaded, the knaves or the men of the law.
~
The White Company
by
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
~
Frankenstein
by
Mary Shelley