But food for many a day and many a night they scarce had tasted, and they longed for it with more than ordinary longing.
— from The Three Perils of Man; or, War, Women, and Witchcraft, Vol. 3 (of 3) by James Hogg

The farmer’s wife let him sleep until Hannah had had her tea, and had washed the plates [54] and dishes, and made all neat; then she shook him up and down as if he were a big bottle of medicine, and, taking his arm, helped him up-stairs into the garret, where was a little cot bed in a corner, with a straw mattress, covered with coarse, but clean sheets.
— from Pop-Guns: One Serious and One Funny by Aunt Fanny

Le Morvan , independently of its hunting and fishing, its lovely climate and fine wines, pretty girls and jolly curés , possesses a more important class of beauties and perfections, secrets and enigmas, over which the savans would pore and ponder through many a day and many a night: those men who, like Eve, long to grasp the fatal apple—the apple which destroys while it attracts—the apple whose flavour, alas!
— from Le Morvan, [A District of France,] Its Wild Sports, Vineyards and Forests; with Legends, Antiquities, Rural and Local Sketches by Henri de Crignelle

But on the way back in the motor boat, and for the rest of that day, and for a good part of many a day and many a night thereafter, Courtney Vaughan's mind was stormily busy.
— from The Hungry Heart: A Novel by David Graham Phillips

A quarrel over money—it is sordid—" Miss Pat stood up abruptly and said quietly, without lifting her voice, and turning from one to the other of us: "We have prided ourselves for a hundred years, we American Holbrooks, that we had good blood in us, and character and decency and morality; and now that the men of my house have thrown away their birthright, and made our name a plaything, I am going to see whether the general decadence has struck me, too; and with my brother Arthur, a fugitive because of his crimes, and my brother Henry ready to murder me in his greed, it is time for me to test whatever blood is left in my own poor old body, and I am going to begin now!
— from Rosalind at Red Gate by Meredith Nicholson