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Jane Austen, from Emma (1816)

The hair was curled, and the maid sent away, and Emma sat down to think and be

miserable.–It was a wretched business, indeed!–Such an overthrow of everything

she had been wishing for!--Such a development of everything most unwelcome!–Such

a blow for Harriet!–That was the worst of all. Every part of it brought pain and

humiliation, of some sort or other; but compared with the evil to Harriet, all was

light; and she would gladly have submitted to feel yet more mistaken--more in

error--more disgraced by misjudgement, than she actually was, could the

effect of her blunders have been confined to herself.

Katherine Anne Porter, "The Jilting of Granny Weatherall"

She flicked her wrist neatly out of Doctor Harry's pudgy careful fingers and pulled

the sheet up to her chin. The brat ought to be in knee breeches. Doctoring around

the country with spectacles on his nose! "Get along now, take your schoolbooks and

go. There's nothing wrong with me."

Doctor Harry spread a warm paw like a cushion on her forehead where the forked

green vein danced and made her eyelids twitch. "Now, now, be a good girl, and we'll

have you up in no time."

"That's no way to speak to a woman nearly eighty years old just because she's down.

I'd have you respect your elders, young man."