I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!
Charles Dickens... I had a latent impression that there was something decidedly fine in Mr. Wopsle's elocution - not for old associations' sake, I am afraid, but because it was very slow, very dreary, very up-hill and down-hill, and very unlike any way in which any man in any natural circumstances of life or death ever expressed himself about anything.
Charles Dickens