John and me had got married just a month before Evy died in October, and gone to live up the hollow a small piece from maw, and even then she were complaining of a leetle scum over her eyes.
— from Sight to the Blind by Lucy S. Furman
Jane, as might be expected, declared that it was no surprise to her, and was sure that my mother would not think of having the wedding without indulging her in her long-coveted silk.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 16, No. 96, October 1865 A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics by Various
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