‘Why, the damage is pretty equal on both sides (cried the parson); your head is broke, and my crutch is snapt in the middle.
— from The Expedition of Humphry Clinker by T. (Tobias) Smollett

We broke up and I to the ‘Change, where with several people and my uncle Wight to drink a dish of coffee, and so home to dinner, and then to the office all the afternoon, my eye and my throat being very bad, and my cold increasing so as I could not speak almost at all at night.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

We broke up and I to the 'Change, where with several people and my uncle Wight to drink a dish of coffee, and so home to dinner, and then to the office all the afternoon, my eye and my throat being very bad, and my cold increasing so as I could not speak almost at all at night.
— from Diary of Samuel Pepys — Volume 27: March 1663-64 by Samuel Pepys

There was to be a musical contest in Sicily, and Arion longed to compete for the prize.
— from Bulfinch's Mythology by Thomas Bulfinch

I will have right Sir on you; that believe, If there be any Marshals Court in Spain .
— from Beaumont and Fletcher's Works, Vol. 06 of 10 by John Fletcher

"Had I not been a moral coward I should have done so in the first instance.
— from The Scarlet Bat: A Detective Story by Fergus Hume

The doctor further disapproves of scarlet as a colour for uniform, because "a man clothed in scarlet exhibits the dress of a mountebank rather than of a British warrior going forth to fight the battles of his country," and also "because it is the worst adapted for any hard work of all the colours, as it immediately becomes shabby and tarnished on being exposed to the weather; and a single wet night in the bivouac spoils it completely."
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 60, No. 370, August 1846 by Various

The small, creamy-white flowers of this plant are not particularly showy, but the scarlet berries are more conspicuous in September and October.
— from Hardy Ornamental Flowering Trees and Shrubs by Angus Duncan Webster

It had caught by a marvellous chance, in spite of its shabby faded darkness, the very soul of Maggie.
— from The Captives by Hugh Walpole

Nothing was heard, but a man came into sight among the pines and walked with slow, steady step straight toward the astonished lad, his keen eyes fixed inquiringly upon the youth, as if uncertain of his nature.
— from The Boy Patrol on Guard by Edward Sylvester Ellis