We were equals afterwards, as we had been before; but, afterwards at quiet times when I sat looking at Joe and thinking about him, I had a new sensation of feeling conscious that I was looking up to Joe in my heart.
                                                                                    
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                        
                                                                                
                                            
                                                
                                                    
                                                         Charles Dickens (1881). “Great Expectations”, p.70