"I never thought of the hotel," he exclaims, on the alert at once, and starting up the street, followed by his snorting companion, who ambled along like the front part of a wagon pushed from behind.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
"For the colouring," he exclaims, "it is beautiful beyond description; and the carnations have that enamelled bloom so peculiar to Holbein, who touched his works till not a touch remained discernible."
"Holbein"
Beatrice Fortescue
"So," exclaims the youth.
"A Handbook to the Works of Browning (6th ed.)"
Mrs. Sutherland Orr