The female figure suddenly sank back, in all humility at the feet of the upbraider, as unperceived-maybe-by both, a small portion of the door above their heads slipped noiselessly back to show a gleaming eye glued to the little grille, taking in the scene beneath it.
"Desert Love"
Joan Conquest
Quick let me fly, and find the fair upbraider; Tell her she wrongs me, tell her I would die Rather than meet her anger.
"The Fatal Falsehood"
Hannah More