(To city man, or some sweet parlor lady, I now talk.)
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

No new journal can be established without permission, no printing office, no bookshop, no photograph gallery; special police leave is needed to sell newspapers in the streets; a reader at one of the public libraries who wishes to consult standard works on social subjects must be armed with a permit; no concert for {290} charitable purposes can be organised without leave from the police, and the proceeds must be handed over to them to be passed on to the recipients or embezzled on the way.
— from Mysteries of Police and Crime, Vol. 1 (of 3) by Arthur Griffiths

Instantly there was a forward movement of the amphibian, which increased rapidly until it was rushing along with great speed presently lifting its nose toward the heavens and leaving the rolling surface of the gulf, soared aloft in repeated circles.
— from Eagles of the Sky; Or, With Jack Ralston Along the Air Lanes by Ambrose Newcomb

“Come, Henry,” she said pointedly, “Luella is not to monopolize you all the time.
— from Blindfolded by Earle Ashley Walcott