Charles Dickens,
Personal History of David Copperfield…
(1850)
“ I observed, at the same time, that a lowering ill-dressed man who had stopped and stared at us in passing, a little before, was coming so close after us, as to brush against her. "Trot! My dear Trot!" cried my aunt, in a terrified whisper, and pressing my arm. "I don't know what I am to do." "Don't be alarmed," said I. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Step into a shop, and I'll soon get rid of this fellow." "No, no, child!" she returned. "Don't speak to him for the world. I entreat, I order you!" "Good Heaven, aunt!" said I. "He is nothing but a sturdy beggar." ”
