Charles Dickens,
Tom Tiddler's Ground — Chapter 1
(1900)
“ The hermit bounced down from his window-ledge, and cast himself on his bed of soot and cinders. "I am not going," said Mr. Traveller, glancing in after him. "You won't get rid of me in that way. You had better come and talk." "I won't talk," said the hermit, flouncing round to get his back to the window. "Then I will," said Mr. Traveller. "Why should you take it ill that I have no curiosity to know why you live this highly absurd and highly indecent life? When I contemplate a man in a state of disease, surely there is no moral obligation on me to be anxious to know how he took it." ”
