Charles Dickens,
Little Dorrit — Book 2, Chapter 22
(1857)
“ Now that I have begun, I will have some definite reason, some responsible statement, something in the nature of a real answer, from those people.’‘You will not,’ returned Doyce, shaking his head. ‘Take my word for it, you never will.’‘At least, I’ll try,’ said Clennam. ‘It will do me no harm to try.’‘I am not certain of that,’ rejoined Doyce, laying his hand persuasively on his shoulder. ‘It has done me harm, my friend. It has aged me, tired me, vexed me, disappointed me. It does no man any good to have his patience worn out, and to think himself ill used. ”
