For another parody of this "brisk and strenuous" literary style, check out "London's Gold-Mines, or a Day Among the Dustmen" (1904): https://books.google.com/bo

For another parody of this "brisk and strenuous" literary style, check out "London's Gold-Mines, or a Day Among the Dustmen" (1904): https://books.google.com/books?id=VecaAQAAMAAJ&pg=RA1-PA16 https://books.google.com/books?id=VecaAQAAMAAJ&pg=RA1-PA16 > [...] As the dust fell from his cart he thought that he saw some object glittering in the evening sunlight. He got down from his cart to the ground and walked down the slope of the shoot to the spot where he thought, possibly, the object might have fallen. He groped about in the refuse with the toe of his boot, which was tipped with iron nails, and soon disclosed the bright object which he had really seen. He picked it up between his fingers and examined it with his eyes. [...]