Walter Scott,
Redgauntlet: A Tale of the Eighteenth Century
“ The only one of the trio whom I recognized as a personal acquaintance was the notorious little Benjie, who, having just finished his stave, was cramming a huge luncheon of pie-crust into his mouth with one hand, while in the other he held a foaming tankard, his eyes dancing with all the glee of a forbidden revel; and his features, which have at all times a mischievous archness of expression, confessing the full sweetness of stolen waters, and bread eaten in secret. There was no mistaking the profession of the male and female, who were partners with Benjie in these merry doings. ”
