“Such a short, cold letter!” said the lady.
— from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

S'el s'aunasse ancor tutta la gente che gia` in su la fortunata terra di Puglia, fu del suo sangue dolente per li Troiani e per la lunga guerra che de l'anella fe' si` alte spoglie, come Livio scrive, che non erra, con quella che sentio di colpi doglie per contastare a Ruberto Guiscardo; e l'altra il cui ossame ancor s'accoglie a Ceperan, la` dove fu bugiardo ciascun Pugliese, e la` da Tagliacozzo, dove sanz'arme vinse il vecchio Alardo; e qual forato suo membro e qual mozzo mostrasse, d'aequar sarebbe nulla il modo de la nona bolgia sozzo.
— from Divina Commedia di Dante: Inferno by Dante Alighieri

With the registration [[Page 50423]] application, an applicant using a credit card must submit a separate cover letter stating the name of the credit card, the credit card number, the expiration date of the credit card, the total amount authorized and a signature authorizing the Office to charge the fees to the account.
— from Supplementary Copyright Statutes, US Copy. Office by Library of Congress. Copyright Office

"We can make one, out of a broom stick and some clothes line," said Bunny.
— from Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue Playing Circus by Laura Lee Hope

"That is the only thing one finds any pleasure in—that is to say, any satisfaction," continued Lettie, smiling, and turning to the two artists.
— from The White Peacock by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

Just as I had made up my mind that we must get back somehow, Sergeant Johnstone crept to my side and said; “Cassells, let’s stick it out.
— from The Black Watch: A Record in Action by Joe Cassells

She was "so tired," she said; and she certainly looked so, for ill-humour and idleness are excellent "tirers," and will soon take the roses out of a child's cheeks, and the brightness out of her eyes.
— from The Cuckoo Clock by Mrs. Molesworth

Far below twinkled the town lights, and at quick intervals the Bluff Lighthouse sent long, sweeping, golden lines across the bay, revealing for an instant the shadowy fabrics of ships and sailing craft lying safe in dock.
— from Poppy: The Story of a South African Girl by Cynthia Stockley

Towns monkishly secluded, girt with ponderous mediæval walls, towns on whose swart and sedgy canals lonely swans glide like milky gondolas, towns like a dream, strengthless, prisoned in sleep eternal.
— from Émile Verhaeren by Stefan Zweig