Charles Dickens,
Little Dorrit — Book 2, Chapter 15
(1857)
“ But you are such a little oddity! You make one bite your head off, when one wants to be soothing beyond everything. Didn’t I tell you, you dearest baby, that Edmund can’t be trusted by himself? And don’t you know that he can’t?’‘Yes, yes, Fanny. You said so, I know.’‘And you know it, I know,’ retorted Fanny. ‘Well, my precious child! If he is not to be trusted by himself, it follows, I suppose, that I should go with him?’‘It—seems so, love,’ said Little Dorrit. ”
