The cavalry checked for a moment at them, as if at a fence, and then swept down on the infantry in front, not two hundred yards distant, rode over and beyond them, wheeled outwards, and bore down on the reserves.
— from The Great War of 189-: A Forecast by Frank Scudamore
"How you do rattle on about things you don't comprehend!" laughed Beulah.
— from Beulah by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans
"How you do run on, Araminta!
— from The Love Chase by Felix Grendon
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