“But as the priceless treasure too frequently hides at the bottom of well, it needs some courage to dive for it, especially as he that does so will be likely to incur more scorn and obloquy for the mud and water into which he has ventured to plunge, than thanks for the jewel he procures; as like in manner, she who undertakes the cleansing of a careless bachelor's apartment will be liable to more abuse for the dust she raises than commendation for the clearance she effects.”
Preface, 2nd edition (22 July 1848)
The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1848)
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Source: Short fiction, Against Babylon (1986), p. 276