So came I and, reaching it down, drew it from the scabbard and saw the blade very bright as it had been well cared for.
— from Black Bartlemy's Treasure by Jeffery Farnol
“Oh, what a kitchen,” says Polly, as she came in, and really it did look a bit upset, and then seeing as she was put out, and going to make a fuss, I says— “Bad job; ain’t it, my gal; but it warn’t me; it was the cats !”
— from Christmas Penny Readings: Original Sketches for the Season by George Manville Fenn
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