Charles Dickens,
The Old Curiosity Shop — Chapter 31
(1841)
“ Fast asleep. No passion in the face, no avarice, no anxiety, no wild desire; all gentle, tranquil, and at peace. This was not the gambler, or the shadow in her room; this was not even the worn and jaded man whose face had so often met her own in the grey morning light; this was her dear old friend, her harmless fellow- traveller, her good, kind grandfather.She had no fear as she looked upon his slumbering features, but she had a deep and weighty sorrow, and it found its relief in tears.'God bless him!' said the child, stooping softly to kiss his placid cheek. ”
