Charles Dickens,
Perils of Certain English Prisoners…
(1900)
“ For the second time in my life, she kissed my hand. I made so bold, for the first time, as to kiss hers; and I tied the ring to my breast, and I fell back to my place. Then, the horse-litter went out at the gate with Sergeant Drooce in it; and the horse-litter went out at the gate with Mrs. Belltott in it; and Lieutenant Linderwood gave the word of command, "Quick march!" and, cheered and cried for, we went out of the gate too, marching along the level plain toward the serene blue sky, as if we were marching straight to heaven. ”
