“So there’s the romance of an old railroad car for you,” he said, “and if you can beat that with your Robin Hoods and Rob Roys and Captain Kidds and Jesse Jameses, why then you’re some dime novelist.
— from Roy Blakeley's Silver Fox Patrol by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
Finally they all joined hands and danced in a ring, raising a curious kind of chant the while, after which the hobby-horses all marched out in single file, still chanting.
— from India Impressions, With some notes of Ceylon during a winter tour, 1906-7. by Walter Crane
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