Daphné Du Maurier

When she opened her eyes for a moment there was a mist about her, and when it dissolved she saw kneeling beside the cliff with his head bowed in his hands, the figure of a man. She knew that he was filled with despair and bitterness, and that his poor lost soul was calling to her for comfort.

She went and knelt beside him, and held his head to his breast, while she stroked his grey hair with her hand. [...]

And she knew him to belong to the futur, when she was dead and in her grave, but she recognised him as her own.

"Hush, my sweet love, hush, and cast away your fear. I'm beside you always, always, an' there's non who'll harm you."