Charles Dickens,
The Holly-Tree Inn — The Boots
(1900)
“ His breast begins to swell when he has nearly finished, and it swells more and more as he stands at last, a looking at his father; his father standing a looking at him, the quiet image of him. "Please may I"—the spirit of that little creature, and the way he kept his rising tears down!—"Please, dear pa—may I—kiss Norah, before I go?" "You may, my child." So, he takes Master Harry in his hand, and Boots leads the way with the candle, and they come to that other bedroom: where the elderly lady is seated by the bed, and poor little Mrs. Harry Walmers Junior is fast asleep. ”
