The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman

When Tom, an' please your honour, got to the shop, there was nobody in it, but a poor negro girl, with a bunch of white feathers slightly tied to the end of a long cane, flapping away flies -- not killing them.

-- -- 'Tis a pretty picture! said my uncle Toby -- she had suffered persecution, Trim, and had learnt mercy -- -- -