unveiler

Updated: May 29, 2025

Whether it was the silence of the place that told upon his nerves, strained as they were with expectation for silence, and more especially silence by night, is a great unveiler of realities, or the dread of bitter words, or the prescience of the sharp pang of parting for he knew enough of Hilda to know that, what he had to say once said, she would trouble him no more whether it was these things, or whatever it was that affected him, he grew most unaccountably anxious and depressed.

Henry Rider Haggard - Dawn