Weston and Cole will be there too; but one is apt to speak only of those who lead.—I fancy Mr. E. and Knightley have every thing their own way.”
— from Emma by Jane Austen

Twemlow going on to reply, she rests her eyes again, knowing her ears to be quite enough for the contents of so weak a vessel.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

It was thus that Plato fled from actuality, and wished to contemplate things only in their pale mental concepts: he was full of sensitiveness, and knew how easily the waves of this sensitiveness would drown his reason.—Must the sage therefore say, “I will honour reality, but I will at the same time turn my back to it because I know and dread it?”
— from The Dawn of Day by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

He accordingly addressed a carefully considered epistle to Sue, and, knowing her emotional temperament, threw a Rhadamanthine strictness into the lines here and there, carefully hiding his heterodox feelings, not to frighten her.
— from Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

They being gone, my wife did tell me how my uncle did this day accost her alone, and spoke of his hoping she was with child, and kissing her earnestly told her he should be very glad of it, and from all circumstances methinks he do seem to have some intention of good to us, which I shall endeavour to continue more than ever I did yet.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

And keeping her eyes there, on the task, and not on the child, she was impersonal enough to punish where she could otherwise only have sympathized, understood, and condoned, to approve where she would have been merely uninterested before.
— from The Rainbow by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

Kingdon scorned pets, which the girls considered quite the right thing for a boy to do; and, anyway, Kingdon had enough to attend to, to keep the swing going.
— from Marjorie's Vacation by Carolyn Wells

Besides, it was absolutely necessary to keep as near as possible to the edge of the cliff, for they all knew how easily they might be lost, if they once ventured out of sight of it.
— from Picked up Adrift Illustrated by James De Mille

She alone knew how extreme the danger had been.
— from The Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes: An Index of the Project Gutenberg Editions by Oliver Wendell Holmes

This is in direct contradiction to Lubbock's theory, who repeatedly tried introducing a new fertile queen into another nest of Lasius flavus , and always with the result that the workers became very excited and killed her, even though in one case the nest was without a queen.
— from Scientific American Supplement No. 822, October 3, 1891 by Various

“Would that I could,” answered Karl, his eyes turning for a moment towards Jaqueline.
— from The Lily of Leyden by William Henry Giles Kingston

And Kanaris, having exchanged the straw for a pipe, rowed back to a safe distance, and watched the destruction of the ship with his habitual calm.
— from The Capsina: An Historical Novel by E. F. (Edward Frederic) Benson

But the great mass of the American people understand these questions, understand the reflex influences of all such facilities, and knowing how essential they are to the proper development of enterprise and industry in whatever channel or field, boldly claim it as a right that easy postal communication shall be afforded them as well upon the high seas as upon the interior land routes.
— from Ocean Steam Navigation and the Ocean Post by Thomas Rainey

From his hostess, who had offered him a seat beside her, he gathered that M. Delfosse and Kilcraithie had each temporarily occupied his room, but that they had been transferred to the other wing, apart from the married couples and young ladies, because when they came upstairs from the billiard and card room late, they sometimes disturbed the fair occupants.
— from The Bell-Ringer of Angel's, and Other Stories by Bret Harte

"Wouldst thou have proof of this that I say, and know how even to-day this serpent in our island-grass bites at the heel of princely authority?"
— from The Fall of the Grand Sarrasin Being a Chronicle of Sir Nigel de Bessin, Knight, of Things that Happed in Guernsey Island, in the Norman Seas, in and about the Year One Thousand and Fifty-Seven by William John Ferrar