1838, Charles Dickens, Nicholas Nickelby:'Mister Muntlehiney,' said the man. 'Wot's come on him? Is he at home?''He is above stairs, I believe,' replied Kate, a little reassured by this inquiry. 'Do you want him?''No,' replied the visitor. 'I don't ezactly want him, if it's made a favour on. You can jist give him that 'ere card, and tell him if he wants to speak to ME, and save trouble, here I am; that's all.'
1884, Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn:They get all their chawing by borrowing; they say to a fellow, "I wisht you'd len' me a chaw, Jack, I jist this minute give Ben Thompson the last chaw I had"—which is a lie pretty much everytime;
