Francis Colburn Adams, An Outcast; or, virtue and faith… (1861)
“ The young man, without waiting for an invitation to sit down, takes nervously a seat at the side-table, saying he has come on a mission of love."Love! love! eh? Young man—know that you have got into the wrong house!" Mrs. Swiggs shakes her head, squeaking out with great animation.There she sits, Milton's "Paradise Lost" in her witch-like fingers, herself lean enough for the leanest of witches, and seeming to have either shrunk away from the faded black silk dress in which she is clad, or passed through half a century of starvation merely to bolster up her dignity. ”
