George Eliot,
The Mill on the Floss — Book 7…
(1860)
“ The sobs came thick on each other after that."Maggie, dear, be comforted," said Lucy now, putting her cheek against Maggie's again. "Don't grieve." And she sat still, hoping to soothe Maggie with that gentle caress."I didn't mean to deceive you, Lucy," said Maggie, as soon as she could speak. "It always made me wretched that I felt what I didn't like you to know. It was because I thought it would all be conquered, and you might never see anything to wound you.""I know, dear," said Lucy. "I know you never meant to make me unhappy. It is a trouble that has come on us all ”
