From crime to crime he sank lower and lower, until it is only the mercy of God which has snatched him from the scaffold; but to me, sir, he was always the little curly-headed boy that I had nursed and played with, as an elder sister would.
Egyre mélyebbre és mélyebbre csúszott a bűnben, s csak az ég kegyelme mentette meg a hóhér kezétől. Az én számomra azonban mindig is az a göndör fürtű kisfiú maradt, akit térdemen ringattam, és aki játszótársam volt.