1724, Jonathan Swift, A Letter to Mr. Harding the Printer, Upon Occasion of a Paragraph in His News-Paper of Aug. 1st. Relating to Mr. Woods's Half-Pence, page 9:
“Young lady, there is no hope; one side of the Duchesse is struck with palsy; she retains her senses, and will, most probably, to the last; but she cannot live through the night.” / “Good God!” exclaimed Francesca; “and the Duc de Mercœur left Paris this morning!” For a moment all command over herself was lost, and she sank on a seat, sick and faint with sudden agony.
"Good God, sir," exclaimed the officer, "is it possible?" And the next moment his eye lighted up with professional ambition. "This will make a deal of noise," he said.
