Or I might hark back to the campaign of '92, when together we struggled against national politics as evinced in the city of New York; I might repaint that election night when, with one hundred thousand whirling dervishes of democracy in Madison Square, dancing dances, and singing songs of victory, we undertook through the hubbub to send from the "Twenty-third street telegraph office" half-hourly bulletins to our papers in the West; how you, accompanied of the dignified Richard Bright, went often to the Fifth Avenue Hotel; and how at last you dictated your bulletins-a sort of triumphant blank verse, they were-as Homeric of spirit as lofty of phrase-to me, who caught them as they came from your lips, losing none of their fire, and so flashed them all burning into Texas, far away.
"Wolfville Nights"
Alfred Lewis
"That would mean to repaint the whole picture, and my time is limited," answered Philip.
"The Complete Historical Romances of Georg Ebers"
Georg Ebers
The speaker made one movement of his head say that they had come from the pier-end, and another that he had taken them home to repaint by contract.
"Somehow Good"
William de Morgan