She had worked a little longer each night for a month that the children might have the tree.
— from The Gay Cockade by Temple Bailey

De Guignes (tome i. p. 325) is offended with this explanation, and says: “Cette conjecture ne peut avoir lieu, les Euthélites n’ayant jamais demeuré dans le Thibet.”
— from Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, v. 1 of 3 or the Central and Western Rajput States of India by James Tod

I hardly think Miss Lincoln expected her injunctions to be absolutely obeyed; at any rate, a certain amount of whispering went on among the girls, who collected in little groups to take the required repose, while a low laugh every now and then did not indicate sound slumber.
— from The Nicest Girl in the School: A Story of School Life by Angela Brazil

The bishop was amused first, and then surprised; but when he found {262} out the cause, notwithstanding that he was edified, he made the good priest sleep a little longer every night.
— from Life of Father Ignatius of St. Paul, Passionist (The Hon. & Rev. George Spencer). by Pius a Sp. Sancto (Pius a Spiritu Sancto)

How many anxious eyes scan those columns through with a like longing, every night!
— from The Other Girls by A. D. T. (Adeline Dutton Train) Whitney

Spread the law, 640 As it is written in thy holy book, Throughout all lands: let every nation hear The high behest, and every heart obey; Both for the love of purity, and hope Which it affords, to such as do thy will 645 And persevere in good, that they shall rise, To have a nearer view of thee, in heaven.
— from The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 5 (of 8) by William Wordsworth

A little later Earle Norris came up.
— from Richard Dare's Venture; Or, Striking Out for Himself by Edward Stratemeyer

Father Brian says that some of them are hitched on a little loosely, even now, and that Harold cannot make them obey him any too well.
— from Ned, the son of Webb: What he did. by William O. Stoddard

auroit ses os avesques luy les Escoçois n’auraient poinct de victoire contre luy.
— from Ancient, Curious, and Famous Wills by Virgil M. (Virgil McClure) Harris

Sylvia told me to ask you, with her love, or I should not bother, for I am naturally a little loath, even now, to have so dangerous a rival, as you proved yourself in your spring vacation, too much in evidence.
— from The Old Gray Homestead by Frances Parkinson Keyes

As soon as a lady leaves England, notice of her 118 departure is sent by the overland mail to the correspondent at the port to which she is bound.
— from How Women May Earn a Living by Mercy Grogan