The garret-windows and tops of houses were so crowded with spectators, that I thought in all my travels I had not seen a more populous place.
Jonathan Swift. Gulliver's Travels Into Several Remote Regions of the World (1726)
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keep the fellow out of the room—send him into the garret till dinner is over.
Emily Brontë. Wuthering Heights (1847)
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But she— her life was cold as a garret whose dormer window looks on the north, and ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.
Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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Happily I slipped away, and deposited that part of my conscience in my garret bedroom.
Charles Dickens. Great Expectations (1861)
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I, by drift of groping, found the outlet from the attic, and proceeded to descend the narrow garret staircase.