Turning into Cheapside and rattling up Newgate Street, we were soon under the walls of which I was so ashamed.
— from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

The First Prize of a Guinea Volume is awarded to Frederick G. Calcott (15), Hazeldon, 27, Shepherd's Bush Road, W. The Second, Third , and Fourth Prizes are divided between J. L. Lewenz (16), Pelham Crescent, The Park, Nottingham, and Mabel and Janet Cooper (twin sisters), (15¾), Birdhyrst, Auckland Road, Upper Norwood, S.E., who are awarded Books to the value of 7s.
— from Little Folks (September 1884) A Magazine for the Young by Various

But the verity of this account rests upon no such a precarious basis.
— from The World's Sixteen Crucified Saviors; Or, Christianity Before Christ by Kersey Graves

With sweet patience did she bear her pain, without a word of complaint; and rummaged up numberless small subjects for conversation—all except the riot, and that she never named once.
— from North and South by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell

The Duke of Buckingham (whom Lady Mary Wortley Montagu glances at in the line, "Some dukes at Marybone bowl time away") used, at an annual dinner to the frequenters of the gardens, to give the agreeable toast,—"May as many of us as remain unhanged next spring meet here again."
— from Old and New London, Volume I A Narrative of Its History, Its People, and Its Places by Walter Thornbury

May she always ride upon Nejid steeds and dromedaries, with harness of silver!
— from Tancred; Or, The New Crusade by Disraeli, Benjamin, Earl of Beaconsfield

Finally, however, Eugene had the stubble wore down an’ softened until he decided that he stood a chance again’ it, an’ then he lathered an’ rubbed, an’ lathered an’ rubbed, until nothin’ stuck out below ol’ man Dort’s eyes except the peak of his nose; an’ then us boys pulled out our trump card an’ played it strong.
— from Friar Tuck Being the Chronicles of the Reverend John Carmichael, of Wyoming, U. S. A. by Robert Alexander Wason

His descendants, the Greens, lived on at Rosedale until not so very many years ago.
— from A Portrait of Old George Town by Grace Dunlop Peter

“For goodness sake!” exclaimed old Mrs. Grice, “don’t stand there staring at nothing, like a tragedy actor, but go in and make yourself agreeable to the gentlemen; wait a bit, wait a bit, your hair’s all rumpled up, not seen a brush since the morning, I’ll be bound.” Ralph, made meek by his misery, obediently turned into the room to the right of the door, his own special sanctum where he had worked and played ever since he could remember, and having brushed his wavy brown hair into a state of immaculate order went slowly back once more to the silent little hall which was not even enlivened now by the presence of old Mrs. Grice.
— from Wayfaring Men: A Novel by Edna Lyall

We were all in the social room; a couple of the [183] men had poured drinks or drawn themselves beers at the bar and rung up no sale on the cash register.
— from Four-Day Planet by H. Beam Piper