I'm reading a book of short stories, so we'll see what I can do for my two Friday snippets.
The good ship sped on her way across the calm Atlantic. It was an outward passage, according to the little charts which the company had charily distributed, but most of the passengers were homeward bound, after a summer of rest and recreation.
Here is a line on page 56 from "The Phantom Rickshaw" by Rudyard Kipling in Famous Ghost Stories edited by Bennett Cerf:
Speaking now as a condemned criminal might speak ere the drop-bolts are drawn, my story, wild and hideously improbable as it may appear, demands at least attention.