( Dickens The Pickwick papers ) 'He was seated here, one calm evening, in his old position, now and thenraising his head to watch the flight of a sea-gull, or carry his eyealong the glorious crimson path, which, commencing in the middle of theocean, seemed to lead to its very verge where the sun was setting, whenthe profound stillness of the spot was broken by a loud cry for help; helistened, doubtful of his having heard aright, when the cry was repeatedwith even greater vehemence than before, and, starting to his feet, hehastened in the direction whence it proceeded.
A dozen times didhe softly turn the handle of some bedroom door which resembled his own,when a gruff cry from within of 'Who the devil's that?' or 'What doyou want here?' caused him to steal away, on tiptoe, with a perfectlymarvellous celerity.
"(Chesterton The secret of father Brown ) "I know what it was," replied the detective, "it was a rather heavyrevolver, fired twice, followed by a cry for help.
(Chesterton The secret of father Brown ) "If you were to be utterly, unfathomably, silent, do you think you mighthear a cry from the other end of the world? The cry of a worshipperalone in those mountains, where the original image sits, itself like amountain.