the corolla consists of six long oval, obtusly pointed skye blue or water coloured petals, each about 1 inch in length; the corolla is regular as to the form and size of the petals but irregular as to their position, five of them are placed near ech other pointing upward while one stands horizantally or pointing downwards, they are inserted with a short claw on the extremity of the footstalk at the base of the germ; the corolla is of course inferior; it is also shriveling, and continues untill the seeds are perfect.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

'I groped, and one by one—the tower was pitchy dark—I counted the lither barrels of twenty serpentines laid out on pease straw.
— from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling

Despite the extreme simplicity of her dress she looked out of place standing on that bridge at that hour; he was thinking that she had not lost her distinction with her buoyancy.
— from The Visioning: A Novel by Susan Glaspell

" 'I groped, and one by one—the tower was pitchy dark—I counted the lither barrels of twenty serpentines laid out on pease straw.
— from Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling

Therefore, most works on anthropology, ethnology, and primitive culture may be expected to throw some light on our present subject.
— from A History of Science — Volume 1 by Edward Huntington Williams

Apparently they suspect us of doing similar work on the plain in front of Devonshire Hill, and their strict regard for the Sabbath does not run to toleration of Sunday labour on our part, so they send three shells in among some Kaffirs who are digging trenches with the harmless object of burying dead horses there.
— from Four Months Besieged: The Story of Ladysmith by Henry H. S. Pearse

The furniture we live with is in some sort like our own person; seeing ourselves every day, we end, like the Baron, by thinking ourselves but little altered, and still youthful, when others see that our head is covered with chinchilla, our forehead scarred with circumflex accents, our stomach assuming the rotundity of a pumpkin.
— from Poor Relations by Honoré de Balzac

“Why are you taking such pains about your hair, Loo,” asked he, “if you are going in domino?” “None can ever tell when or where they must unmask in this same life of ours, papa,” said she, laughingly; “and I have got such a habit of providing for casualties that I have actually arranged my papers and letters in the fashion they ought to be found in after my death.” Holmes sighed.
— from One Of Them by Charles James Lever