“How you do run on!” said Mother, mechanically, placid dreaminess in her face as she listened to the violin that like a river bore the flotsam of Hungarian and Jewish voices.
— from The Innocents: A Story for Lovers by Sinclair Lewis

“How you do run on!” said Mother, drowsily.
— from The Innocents: A Story for Lovers by Sinclair Lewis

Darrel, my boy, Miss Lydia Hargone, who will very shortly be changed into Mrs. Roderick Blake, of Rainbow Castle, Cloud-cuckoo Land." "Roderick, how you do rattle on!" said Lydia, smilingly.
— from The Red-headed Man by Fergus Hume

“How you do rattle on, Sanford!
— from Raspberry Jam by Carolyn Wells