1 It was about five in the morning when I entered my father's house.
2 It appeared to be a handsome young man, about five and twenty years of age.
3 I have lived in the same house with her, at one time for five and at another for nearly two years.
4 He has already had one or two little WIVES, but Louisa Biron is his favourite, a pretty little girl of five years of age.
5 She found a peasant and his wife, hard working, bent down by care and labour, distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes.
6 When I was about five years old, while making an excursion beyond the frontiers of Italy, they passed a week on the shores of the Lake of Como.
7 Vegetables and bread, when they indulged in such luxuries, and even fresh water, was to be procured from the mainland, which was about five miles distant.
8 They remained confined for five months before the trial took place, the result of which deprived them of their fortune and condemned them to a perpetual exile from their native country.
9 The soil was barren, scarcely affording pasture for a few miserable cows, and oatmeal for its inhabitants, which consisted of five persons, whose gaunt and scraggy limbs gave tokens of their miserable fare.
10 About five in the morning I discovered my lovely boy, whom the night before I had seen blooming and active in health, stretched on the grass livid and motionless; the print of the murder's finger was on his neck.