Mark Twain,
Pudd'nhead Wilson — The Murderer Chuckles
(1894)
“ Tom sprang for a glass of water and offered it, but Wilson shrank shuddering from him and said:"No, no!—take it away!" His breast was rising and falling, and he moved his head about in a dull and wandering way, like a person who had been stunned. Presently he said, "I shall feel better when I get to bed; I have been overwrought today; yes, and overworked for many days.""Then I'll leave you and let you get to your rest. Good night, old man." But as Tom went out he couldn't deny himself a small parting gibe: "Don't take it so hard; a body can't win every time; you'll hang somebody yet." ”
