Then, (though the States in the field of imagination present not a single first-class work, not a single great literatus,) the main objects, to amuse, to titillate, to pass away time, to circulate the news, and rumors of news, to rhyme and read rhyme, are yet attain'd, and on a scale of infinity.
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

A perhaps uncalled-for gush of pity came over my heart: I was moved to say— “I wish Diana or Mary would come and live with you: it is too bad that you should be quite alone; and you are recklessly rash about your own health.”
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

Now give another call and cluck to see where he is; no response, and you are becoming as restless as a raccoon robbing a yellow-jacket's nest, and crazy for just one more call; but I advise not; have patience, and wait.
— from The Wild Turkey and Its Hunting by Charles L. Jordan

You will always be my friend in spite of Mr. Denmead, and perhaps later on when you are engaged there will be a regular row and you will have to come to us.”
— from Wayfaring Men: A Novel by Edna Lyall

And as to "penetrating the barriers" of the Farms, he had not shown any especial interest in that old-fashioned mansion, and now that he was actually there, and at one of the receptions, too, he seemed not impressed by his good fortune, but wandered about rather restlessly, and yawned a good deal in corners.
— from For the Major: A Novelette by Constance Fenimore Woolson

And Raphael, quick at repartee, retorted "And you, like an executioner going to the scaffold."
— from Raphael by Paul G. (Paul George) Konody

He has organized a regular rising against you.
— from The Sowers by Henry Seton Merriman

If in that triumphant moment some perfect stranger were to carry off, from underneath your very nose, the spoils for which you had risked so much, and which you regarded, and rightly regarded, as your own, what would your feelings be towards such an one?
— from The Datchet Diamonds by Richard Marsh

Attempt to put one up to the same speed you would a horse, over a rough road, and you will have performed wonders if he does not fall and break your bones.
— from The Mule A Treatise on the Breeding, Training, and Uses to Which He May Be Put by Harvey Riley