Wilkie Collins,
My Miscellanies, Vol. 1 (of 2)
“ The woman is a nursemaid, neither young nor pretty, very clean and neat in her dress, with an awful bloodless paleness in her face, and a hopeless consumptive languor in her movements. She has only one child to take care of—a robust little girl of cruelly active habits. There is a stone bench opposite my window; and on this the wan and weakly nursemaid often sits, not bumping down on it with the heavy thump of honest exhaustion, but sinking 109 on it listlessly, as if in changing from walking to sitting she were only passing from one form of weariness to another. ”
