The hull of the west did look, for all the world, like a great, shinin' white gate, open, and inside all full of radience, rose, and yellow, and gold light, a streamin' out, and changin', and glowin', movin' about, as clouds will.
— from Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician by Marietta Holley
Q. You are a friend of Rama Ragobah, are you not? A. No, Sahib; he has no friends.
— from The Darrow Enigma by Melvin L. (Melvin Linwood) Severy
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