The huge fire, lighted early every morning by one of the guides in each guest house, keeps the main part fairly warm but the temperature of one of the bathrooms on a cold morning is scarcely welcoming.
— from Etiquette by Emily Post

For days the weather had been bitter cold with a high wind blowing down on the town from Lake Erie, eighteen miles to the north, but on that night the wind had died away and a new moon made the night unusually lovely.
— from Winesburg, Ohio: A Group of Tales of Ohio Small Town Life by Sherwood Anderson

In this manner twenty-two perished, and Augustus had given himself up for lost, expecting every moment his own turn to come next.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe

He could not account for it, and gave vent to a few lordly explosions each morning that the post came in and brought him no advice of it.
— from Mildred Arkell: A Novel. Vol. 2 (of 3) by Wood, Henry, Mrs.

There were ten men, one wounded, fleeing for life, expecting every moment to be pursued by five hundred savages.
— from Christopher Carson, Familiarly Known as Kit Carson by John S. C. (John Stevens Cabot) Abbott

She blushed, and when the prayer was finished she feared lest every eye might seek hers in inquiry; but no one seemed to notice her.
— from Anna of the Five Towns by Arnold Bennett

At 1 A. M. they felt the ship strike, and gave themselves up for lost, expecting every moment to be engulphed in the depths of the ocean.
— from The Wreck on the Andamans by Joseph Darvall

But by the merciful goodness of God we were preserved, and I am happy to inform you that all the survivors have been taken from the wreck and are now in this harbor, and on the ship "Antarctic" for Liverpool, except eighteen men that volunteered to remain, and help work the old bark Kilby into port.
— from The Medallic History of the United States of America 1776-1876 by J. F. (Joseph Florimond) Loubat

The man gave himself up for lost, expecting every moment to be torn in pieces by the almost famished beast, who was roaring most hideously; he threw himself on the ground in an agony of mind, much better conceived than described.
— from Travels through the Empire of Morocco by John Buffa

I will merely say, by way of excuse, that my former literary efforts, especially my "Rustlings in the Rockies," have brought me in sundry dollars, in good and lawful money, which I have found very useful things to have about the house.
— from Cruisings in the Cascades A Narrative of Travel, Exploration, Amateur Photography, Hunting, and Fishing by G. O. (George O.) Shields