"They're coming! They're yonder!" shouted the peasant. "See what a turn-out!" he said, pointing to four persons on horseback, and two in a char-à-banc, coming along the road.
Leo Tolstoy. Anna Karenina (Translated by Constance Garnett)
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Saturday, July 9. Rose in a blaze of glory. Rode five mortal hours in a char-à-banc, sweltering under a burning sun. But in less than ten minutes after we mounted the mules and struck into the gorge, the ladies muffled themselves in thick shawls
Harriet Beecher Stowe. Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands (1854)
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"They go off in a charabang with buns and hardboiled eggs and lemonade, and that of course runs into money. You don't get buns and hardboiled eggs and lemonade for nothing, let alone hire of charabang and tip to driver, [...]"