| 1. | "All right then limpid, salubrious no gush of bilge water had turned it to fetid puddle. - from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte |
| 2. | His features were pretty yet, and his eye and complexion brighter than I remembered them, though with merely temporary lustre borrowed from the salubrious air and genial sun. - from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte |
| 3. | my health and spirits had long been restored, and they gained additional strength from the salubrious air I breathed, the natural incidents of our progress, and the conversation of my friend. - from Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft (Godwin) Shelley |