Charles Dickens,
Hard Times — Book the First, Chapter VII
(1854)
“ Sparsit, with a dignity serenely mournful, ‘was familiar with the Italian Opera at a very early age.’‘Egad, ma’am, so was I,’ said Bounderby, ’ - with the wrong side of it. A hard bed the pavement of its Arcade used to make, I assure you. People like you, ma’am, accustomed from infancy to lie on Down feathers, have no idea how hard a paving-stone is, without trying it. ”
