Charles Dickens,
Personal History of David Copperfield…
(1850)
“ But Miss, Clarissa giving me a look (just like a sharp canary) , as requesting that I would not interrupt the oracle, I begged pardon. "Affection," said Miss Lavinia, glancing at her sister for corroboration, which she gave in the form of a little nod to every clause, "mature affection, homage, devotion, does not easily express itself. Its voice is low. It is modest and retiring, it lies in ambush, waits and waits. Such is the mature fruit. Sometimes a life glides away, and finds it still ripening in the shade." ”
