She could see, too, how white Ilyin was, and how he twisted his upper lip in the effort to smile.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

I watched the lighthouse on the 134 hill, the buoys, the ship’s signals, the trams on the quay, the other illuminant causes all round us; I listened to a brass band which, for whatever reason, was playing close to the harbour until late in the evening; and then, driven to extremes, I sat down to write a “novel” which became my refuge from ennui during what remained of my holiday, but which I fear will never be finished.
— from The Bonadventure: A Random Journal of an Atlantic Holiday by Edmund Blunden

[577] This probably indicates that it had ceased in Spain, but the custom of selling for three or four lives seems to have been conducive to longevity, for many continued to be thus held until late in the eighteenth century.
— from A History of the Inquisition of Spain; vol. 2 by Henry Charles Lea