“Even the sunburnt faces of gipsy children, half naked though they be, suggest a drop of comfort. It is a pleasant thing to see that the sun has been there; to know that the air and light are on them every day; to feel that they are children, and lead children’s lives; that if their pillows be damp, it is with the dews of Heaven not with their tears: that the limbs of their girls are free, and they are not crippled by distortions; imposing an unnatural and horrible penance upon their sex; that their lives are spent, from day to day, at least amongst the waving trees, and not in the midst of dreadful engines, which make children old before they know what childhood is, and give them the exhaustion and infirmity of age, the privilege of dying.”
Charles Dickens, “Nicholas Nickleby”, 1837.
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