Charles Dickens,
Barnaby Rudge — Chapter 47
(1841)
“ How much?’‘He’s not to be sold,’ replied Barnaby, shutting up the basket in a great hurry, and throwing the strap over his shoulder. ‘Mother, come away.’‘Thou seest how much of an idiot he is, book-learner,’ said the gentleman, looking scornfully at his wife. ‘He can make a bargain. What dost want for him, old woman?’‘He is my son’s constant companion,’ said the widow. ‘He is not to be sold, sir, indeed.’‘Not to be sold!’ cried the gentleman, growing ten times redder, hoarser, and louder than before. ”
