“O faithful record!” cried the Castilian, smiting his breast, while his tears distilled upon the marble, “thy goodness was the gift of Heaven, but thy misfortunes were derived from the guilt of Don Diego; yet his sorrow shall expiate his offence, and his penitence find favour in the sight of Heaven!
— from The Adventures of Ferdinand Count Fathom — Complete by T. (Tobias) Smollett

"Hush-h; we was ordered on no account to let it get out." "Dot, did you hear what she said?"
— from From Kingdom to Colony by Mary Devereux

Git out dat doo’ you Mandy!
— from At Fault by Kate Chopin

Suddenly the question came in a tone of curiosity, without resentment, yet tinctured with a delicate scorn, as though spoken across a gulf of difference: “Did you really care for him at all?”
— from The Indiscretion of the Duchess Being a Story Concerning Two Ladies, a Nobleman, and a Necklace by Anthony Hope

The rosy glow of dying day yet lingered in the sky and tinged the sea, and a golden moon followed by a few shy stars watched their shining images twinkling in the tremulous water; but the loveliest object upon which their soft light fell was that lonely, wan, lilac-robed woman.
— from Infelice by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans

How long before you got Oswald down did you get this information?
— from Warren Commission (13 of 26): Hearings Vol. XIII (of 15) by United States. Warren Commission

'It is an antipathy—an antipathy I cannot get over, dear Dorcas; you may think it a madness, but don't blame me.
— from Wylder's Hand by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

Time we git out dere, de Yankees gone.
— from Slave Narratives: A Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves: Volume XVI, Texas Narratives, Part 3 by United States. Work Projects Administration

she cried, pushing him away from her, figuratively, with a gesture of disgust, ‘do you think, you poor suspicious creature, I want to go spying you or following you all over London?
— from Philistia by Grant Allen