"A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man."
"The nephew revenges himself for this, by holding his breath and terrifying his kinswoman with the dread belief that he has made up his mind to burst. Regardless of whispers and shakes, he swells and becomes discoloured, and yet again swells and becomes discoloured, until the aunt can bear it no longer, but leads him out, with no visible neck, and with his eyes going before him like a prawn's."
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Source: Charles Dickens (1870). “Novels”, p.60
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