She can be just as fond of our baby as if it were her own, and she can have as many notions of her own as she likes."
— from Middlemarch by George Eliot

We are told of that laborious soldier Marius that, growing old, he became nice in his drink, and never drank but out of a particular cup of his own I, in like manner, have suffered myself to fancy a certain form of glasses, and not willingly to drink in common glasses, no more than from a strange common hand: all metal offends me in comparison of a clear and transparent matter: let my eyes taste, too, according to their capacity.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

Her mind was of uncommon strength; she could subdue her sensible wants to her mental wishes, and suffer cold, hunger and misery, rather than concede to fortune a contested point.
— from The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

I am staying close here at Madame Resslich’s.
— from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

After a short conversation, he asked me if I would remain with him with the title of adjutant.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

She saw it, and said, “Come here a moment.”
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

Will it not be easy for me to forget her sex, and still consider her as my Friend and my disciple?
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis

A steady cake, any steady cake is perfect and not plain, any steady cake has a mounting reason and more than that it has singular crusts.
— from Tender Buttons Objects—Food—Rooms by Gertrude Stein

On it was cut in black letters the well-known words which so many Americans had reverently read: “Sacred to the Memory of General Sir Arthur St. Clare, Hero and Martyr, who Always Vanquished his Enemies and Always Spared Them, and Was Treacherously Slain by Them At Last.
— from The Innocence of Father Brown by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

Looking up into my face, he uttered a sharp, complaining howl, as much as to say, “There, little master, look at that.
— from Baron Trump's Marvellous Underground Journey by Ingersoll Lockwood

Crawley, when I was eighteen, one evening (it was harvest home, and all the folk had drunk their wit and manners out) I found a farmer's wife in a lane, hemmed in by three great ignorant brutes that were for kissing her, or some nonsense, and she crying help and murder and ready to faint with fright.
— from It Is Never Too Late to Mend by Charles Reade

The afternoon was coming to an end, she grew wearier and wearier and the box in her arms seemed continually heavier and more awkward.
— from The Pool of Stars by Cornelia Meigs

Especially she was pleased that his Highness of Parma should act as mediator of such a treaty, as she considered him a most just and honourable prince in all his promises and actions.
— from History of the United Netherlands from the Death of William the Silent to the Twelve Year's Truce — Complete (1584-86) by John Lothrop Motley

Robert again slept in the evening, after Shargar came home, and made up for the time by reading while he sat by his friend.
— from Robert Falconer by George MacDonald

As he spoke, the Constable D'Albret, followed by a gallant train of knights and noblemen, rode past on a splendid charger, horse and man completely armed; and, turning his head as he passed each group, he snouted, "To the standard, to the standard, gentlemen!
— from Agincourt: A Romance The Works of G. P. R. James, Volume XX by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

This water, or river of grace, is called, I say, the water of life, and so, consequently, has a most blessed inherent quality; but its operation is seen by its working, the which it doth only then when it is administered and received for those ends for which it is administered.
— from Works of John Bunyan — Complete by John Bunyan