That the Prisoners were possess’d of a Ship of 40 Guns, called the Royal Fortune , and were at an Anchor under Cape Lopez , on the Coast of Africa , with two others: When his Majesty’s Ship the Swallow , (to which the Deponents belong’d, and were Officers,) stood in for the Place, on Saturday the 10th of February 1721-2: The largest had a Jack, Ensign and Pendant flying, (being this Royal Fortune ,) who on Sight of them, had their Boats passing and repassing, from the other two, which they supposed to be with Men: The Wind not favouring the aforesaid King’s Ship, she was obliged to make two Trips to gain nigh enough the Wind, to fetch in with the Pyrates; and being at length little more than random Shot from them, they found she slipped her Cable, and got under Sail.
— from A General History of the Pyrates: from their first rise and settlement in the island of Providence, to the present time by Daniel Defoe

If we're not to meet again, at least let me have a hearing now.
— from The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

And as halfe blushing offred him to kis, 440 With gentle blandishment and lovely looke, Most like that virgin true, which for her knight him took.
— from Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I by Edmund Spenser

“Yes, but he has dishonoured taste and literature, like Muratori.” “Here he is.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

I expect not to inspire you with a love like mine.
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis

Accordingly, Leonella left Madrid, sincerely grieved at her Sister's illness, and giving some few sighs to the memory of the amiable but inconstant Don Christoval.
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis

And you at least love me disinterestedly.
— from Tess of the d'Urbervilles: A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy

Thou maysn find those will love thee dear, But not a love like mine, my Katie, Canst thou leave me, &c. H2 anchor
— from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns

“At least, let me go ahead of you some distance,” she begged, when she felt them take hold of her brutally and push her along.
— from The Social Cancer: A Complete English Version of Noli Me Tangere by José Rizal

equity, common law; lex[Lat], lex nonscripta[Lat][obs3]; law of nations, droit des gens[Fr], international law, jus gentium[Lat]; jus civile[Lat]; civil law, canon law, crown law, criminal law, statute law, ecclesiastical law, administrative law; lex mercatoria[Lat].
— from Roget's Thesaurus by Peter Mark Roget

As he strolled through the garden in his purple-flowered flat-heeled slippers the morning after his arrival, he came to a little lonely mound.
— from Harper's Young People, October 12, 1880 An Illustrated Weekly by Various

“And,” added Lionel, “Lady Montfort seems to fear that she has given you some cause of displeasure—what I know not, but which might have induced you to disapprove of the acquaintance I had begun with her.
— from What Will He Do with It? — Complete by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

He wore, not the garb of the noble Persian race, which, close and simple, was but a little less manly than that of the Greeks, but the flowing and gorgeous garments of the Mede.
— from Pausanias, the Spartan; The Haunted and the Haunters An Unfinished Historical Romance by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

He stood up, and made me a salute as though I were an officer, as odd a looking little man as ever I had seen, with a small, peaked face, a mop of black hair, and a pair of shrewd, humorous eyes.
— from Beyond the Frontier: A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West by Randall Parrish

He had a long light moustache, and his skin was a fresh, rosy salmon colour; his straw-tinted hair was cut very short, except over the forehead, where it grew full and bushy.
— from Tales of the Five Towns by Arnold Bennett

If I cannot console you in your sorrow, at least, let me bear my part in it.
— from For Love of a Bedouin Maid by Voleur

Mountains and vast stretches of rolling hills and level land melted away from her wondering eyes; towns and cities sank behind them, swift streams swollen by freshets were outstripped and left behind, darkness came on and, through it, they still sped on.
— from The Trail of the Lonesome Pine by Fox, John, Jr.

This enabled him frequently to present issues which a less learned man would not have dreamed of.
— from Great Fortunes, and How They Were Made by James Dabney McCabe