En los altares se acumulan imágenes del más deplorable gusto artístico, y la multitud 30 de coronas, ramos, estrellas, lunas y demás adornos de metal o papel dorado forman un aspecto de quincallería que ofende el sentimiento religioso
— from Doña Perfecta by Benito Pérez Galdós

Looky here, didn’t de line pull loose en de raf’ go a-hummin’ down de river, en leave you en de canoe behine in de fog?” “What fog?” “Why, de fog!—de fog dat’s been aroun’ all night.
— from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

There's one on the stairs really exactly like you."
— from The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Von Arnim

Upon my replying in the affirmative she went on, "Why, r ee ly you have no accent at all."
— from Harper's Round Table, December 24, 1895 by Various

Looky here, didn't de line pull loose en de raf' go a-hummin' down de river, en leave you en de canoe behine in de fog?"
— from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Chapters 11 to 15 by Mark Twain

Ah, if these gentlemen could have enjoyed in their youth the advantages of a genuine rational education, like young Malte ..."
— from Problematic Characters: A Novel by Friedrich Spielhagen

"It was surely a risky experiment, landing yourself in a town like this, without any introductions.
— from This House to Let by William Le Queux

Bill black, with greenish bare skin between it and the red eyes; legs yellow.
— from Citizen Bird: Scenes from Bird-Life in Plain English for Beginners by Elliott Coues

Mine attend yourself, with sincere assurances of esteem and respect, which, however, I should be better pleased to tender you in person, should your rambles ever lead you into the vicinage of Monticello.
— from The Writings of Thomas Jefferson, Vol. 5 (of 9) Being His Autobiography, Correspondence, Reports, Messages, Addresses, and Other Writings, Official and Private by Thomas Jefferson

As we near the pier the view opens out wonderfully and distracts our attention from the red-cushioned rowboats, electric launches, yachts, promenade and other paraphernalia that go to make up the bustling foreshore of Bowness.
— from Beautiful Lakeland by Ashley Perry Abraham

"I can't say I do," replied Edward, laughing; "you are too grand in your ideas; only think what a quantity of spruces we shall have to cut down on it, to post and rail what you just propose.
— from The Children of the New Forest by Frederick Marryat