Charles Dickens,
Little Dorrit — Book 1, Chapter 6
(1857)
“ He repeated the treatment every hour, being very determined with Mrs Bangham. Three or four hours passed; the flies fell into the traps by hundreds; and at length one little life, hardly stronger than theirs, appeared among the multitude of lesser deaths.‘A very nice little girl indeed,’ said the doctor; ‘little, but well-formed. Halloa, Mrs Bangham! You’re looking queer! You be off, ma’am, this minute, and fetch a little more brandy, or we shall have you in hysterics.’By this time, the rings had begun to fall from the debtor’s irresolute hands, like leaves from a wintry tree. ”
