With equal rapture the good rider surveys the proudest boasts of the architect, and those fair buildings with which some unknown name hath adorned the rich cloathing town; where heaps of bricks are piled up as a kind of monument to show that heaps of money have been piled there before.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

The fact that in so many instances, remote, and seemingly unrelated nations, have adopted ten as their basic number; together with the fact that in the remaining instances the basic number is either five (the fingers of one hand) or twenty (the fingers and toes); almost of themselves show that the fingers were the original units of numeration.
— from Illustrations of Universal Progress: A Series of Discussions by Herbert Spencer

Tell Mrs. Maples to send up now, here, a tray, whatever she has, within five minutes—not later.
— from Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Complete by George Meredith

"Why, gracious!" said Uncle Nathan, hastily, as the waiter dodged into the pantry, "I shan't have time to get my trunk down."
— from Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue A Tale of the Mississippi and the South-west by Warren T. Ashton

The fact that in so many instances, remote, and seemingly unrelated nations, have adopted ten as their basic number; together with the fact that in the remaining instances the basic number is either five (the fingers of one hand) or twenty (the fingers and toes); of themselves show that the fingers were the original units of numeration.
— from Essays: Scientific, Political, & Speculative; Vol. 2 of 3 Library Edition (1891), Containing Seven Essays not before Republished, and Various other Additions. by Herbert Spencer

—Of twigs, moss and bark, behind loose bark on dead trees or stumps, usually not high above the ground; eggs white, specked with reddish brown.
— from Bird Guide: Land Birds East of the Rockies, from Parrots to Bluebirds by Chester A. (Chester Albert) Reed

growled Junkie—the more classic “shut up” not having at that time found its way to the Western Isles.
— from The Eagle Cliff by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne