When he came to he was lying face down on a bed, gagged and bound by a rope that cut into his flesh with every movement.
— from The Coming of Cassidy—And the Others by Clarence Edward Mulford

There were shops in this street such as Viner had never seen the like of—shops wherein coarse, dreadful looking food was exposed for sale; and there were public-houses from which came the odour of cheap gin and bad beer and rank tobacco; an atmosphere of fried fish and something far worse hung heavily above the dirty pavements, and at every step he took Viner asked himself the same question—what on earth could Miss Wickham and Mrs. Killenhall be doing in this wretched neighbourhood?
— from The Middle of Things by J. S. (Joseph Smith) Fletcher

But Deacon Jenkins, he sed he could prove it frum Scriptur, and so he got a big Bibil and red the 61st Sam, which is all about Manassah and Gil-ed and Mo-abe and washpots, and so on.
— from Letters of Major Jack Downing, of the Downingville Militia by Seba Smith