Charles Dickens,
Barnaby Rudge — Chapter 3
(1841)
“ If they are angels’ eyes, why do they look down here and see good men hurt, and only wink and sparkle all the night?’‘Now Heaven help this silly fellow,’ murmured the perplexed locksmith; ‘can he know this gentleman? His mother’s house is not far off; I had better see if she can tell me who he is. Barnaby, my man, help me to put him in the chaise, and we’ll ride home together.’‘I can’t touch him!’ cried the idiot falling back, and shuddering as with a strong spasm; he’s bloody!’‘It’s in his nature, I know,’ muttered the locksmith, ‘it’s cruel to ask him, but I must have help. ”
