Bleak House. Чарльз Диккенс

through following your father about and taking care of you, but as fresh and wholesome as a ripe apple on a tree."

      Mr. Bagnet's face expresses, so far as in its wooden material lies, the highest approbation and acquiescence.

      "The time will come, my boy," pursues the trooper, "when this hair of your mother's will be grey, and this forehead all crossed and re-crossed with wrinkles, and a fine old lady she'll be then. Take care, while you are young, that you can think in those days, 'I never whitened a hair of her dear head—I never marked a sorrowful line in her face!' For of all the many things that you can think of when you are a man, you had better have THAT by you, Woolwich!"

      Mr. George concludes by rising from his chair, seating the boy beside his mother in it, and saying, with something of a hurry about him, that he'll smoke his pipe in the street a bit.