Nobody knew at Royd, except me—and you."
— from Sir Harry: A Love Story by Archibald Marshall

We gin the ship another hurra and cut for the Battery, with Captin Doolittle and the sloop a streaking it right arter; the guns on the little island they bellowed away at us as we cut by, and the folks on the Battery, they flung up their hats and hollered eenamost as loud as the guns that kept a roaring every minit, till by-am-by in we went ca-smash, right amongst the trees and a hull gineral training of sogers.
— from High Life in New York A series of letters to Mr. Zephariah Slick, Justice of the Peace, and Deacon of the church over to Weathersfield in the state of Connecticut by Ann S. (Ann Sophia) Stephens

"That man is now known as Redalli, eh?" muttered Oscar, and there came a gleam in his eyes which few could read.
— from Cad Metti, The Female Detective Strategist; Or, Dudie Dunne Again in the Field by Old Sleuth