John Galsworthy,
A Simple Tale
(1914)
“ But again my Old only said: 'Sir, let me rest in your doorway!' And the young man drew back his hand quickly as if he were ashamed, and saying again: 'Sorry!' he shut the door. I have heard many sighs in my time, they are the good little accompaniments to the song we sing to life, we who are in poverty; but the sigh my Old pushed then—how can I tell you—had an accent as if it came from Her, the faithful companion, who marches in holding the hands of men and women so that they may never make the grand mistake to imagine themselves for a moment the good God. ”
