Charles Dickens,
Our Mutual Friend — Chapter 11…
(1865)
“ Don't judge me by a little thing like this, John. In little things, I am a little thing myself--I always was. But in great things, I hope not; I don't mean to boast, John dear, but I hope not!'He was even better convinced of the truth of what she said than she was, as he felt her loving arms about him. If the Golden Dustman's riches had been his to stake, he would have staked them to the last farthing on the fidelity through good and evil of her affectionate and trusting heart.'Now, I'll go down to, and go away with, Mr Lightwood,' said Bella, springing up. ”
