A reissue of Dune, edited to "fix" all of Franks mistakes (he obvisouly wasn't paying attention, since he didn't include all of the stuff from his own notes).
For your reading "pleasure":
By the half-light of a suspensor lamp, dimmed and hanging near the floor, the awakened boy could see a bulky female shape at his door, standing one step ahead of his mother. The old woman was a witch shadow -- hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded 'round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels. The jewels reminded Paul of Rheinvar the Magnificent and how his clothing would sparkle with tiny ice diamonds.
"Is he not small for his age, Jessica?" the old woman asked. Her voice wheezed and twanged like an untuned baliset.
And she was gone, pushing his mother out, closing the door with a solid thump.
Paul lay awake wondering: What's a gom jabbar?
In all the upset during this time of change, the old woman was the strangest thing he had seen. Except of course for the theater-laser-prism trap laid for the governor of Balut, and the destruction of a nunnery and subsequent flight and fight alongside Caladanian primitives, the hypnotizing Jongleurs and the inside of several guildships. But she was pretty darn strange.