Later I hear a cat's agonised howl, and then all is quiet. Sometime after comes a great splash alongside. Then for some hours all is silent as the grave. Occasionally I sit up on the chest and listen, yet never a whisper of noise comes to me. There is an absolute silence, even the monotonous creak of the gear has died away entirely, and at last a real hope is springing up within me. That splash, this silence- surely I am justified in hoping.
[A Tropical Horror, Hodgson, W. H.]
- submitted by M. A. Pearce
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