Somehow they struck upon the girl's ears with an ugly sound, reminding her vaguely of the fair woman who travelled eastward with Sheila O'Halloran, and her voice grew more earnest.
"The Maid of the Whispering Hills"
Vingie E. Roe
But Sheila leaves my chair to go, And flings the shutter wide; "Be it for me," she whispers low, "The banshee keened and cried."
"The Story and Song of Black Roderick"
Dora Sigerson
But Lyte does not reveal Sheila Kaye-Smith as does Starbrace.
"A Novelist on Novels"
W. L. George