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There he saw the rushing waters, roaring ere yet there were ears to hear them, and refracting rainbows ere yet there were eyes to see them; he read the pedigree of the world in the remains of Bivalves, Crustaceans and Ophidians, which had left the stamp of their forms, like the seal set by ancient dynasties to record the fact of their supremacy; he found plants that had grown before there were teeth or mills to grind them, or men to need them; he saw man himself, the latest product of creation, born when the forests had succumbed to become store-houses of fuel, before the seas and rivers had levelled the plains, while thousands of huge volcanoes were still belching fire and giving the finishing touches to the crests of the loftiest mountains.
— from Leon Roch: A Romance, vol. 1 (of 2) by Benito Pérez Galdós
The futility of what they were doing should have been revealed to all concerned by proposals seriously made that the paper money which was issued should depreciate at a regular rate each year until it should finally disappear.
— from The Fathers of the Constitution: A Chronicle of the Establishment of the Union by Max Farrand
"Oh, all right," replied Elmer; "you're the doctor, and ought to know what's best for your own case.
— from Great Hike; or, The Pride of the Khaki Troop by Douglas, Alan, Captain
Thus a rod rising eight yards above the ridge of a building would effectually protect a cone-shaped space, the base of which, at the level of the ridge, has a radius of 8 ×
— from Lightning Conductors: Their History, Nature, and Mode of Application by Anderson, Richard, F.C.S.
Hugh Gaine at this time, as a rule, received each year two shipments of books, among which were usually some for children, yet about 1762 he began to try his own hand at reprinting Newbery’s now famous little duodecimos.
— from Forgotten Books of the American Nursery A History of the Development of the American Story-Book by Rosalie Vrylina Halsey
Therefore, Mr. Punch thus thanks you, and right readily enranks you, As a hero on the record of our briny island brood.
— from Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, February 8, 1890 by Various
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