At first I was delighted with the rapidity of our progress; But as soon as we were in no danger of pursuit, I called to the Drivers, and bad them moderate their pace.
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis
And what would I not do in that way—ay, or in any way—if I could hope for a certain prize to be won at the end of it all?"
— from Judith Shakespeare: Her love affairs and other adventures by William Black
"And why was it not done, sir?
— from Memoirs of Joseph Grimaldi by Joseph Grimaldi
'The prince has allowed me to choose my companion,' answered Brenner; 'and what would I not do to pleasure you?
— from Tales from the German. Volume I. by C. F. van der (Carl Franz) Velde
She, surely, could feel no personal interest in two young French officers whose acquaintance she had just formed and who were in no degree related to her by ties of blood-kinship.
— from Fibble, D.D. by Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury) Cobb
Those accustomed to parks whose deer are always huddled close and whose wall is never distant, are bewildered by the vastness of this enclosure.
— from Highways and Byways in Sussex by E. V. (Edward Verrall) Lucas
The firing was very high and we were in no danger so I told the lieutenant to let us charge across an open place and take a tin shack which was held by the Spaniards' rear guard, for they were open in retreat.
— from Adventures and Letters of Richard Harding Davis by Richard Harding Davis
In a short time the fair ones re-entered the hall, and there they had supper, or, more properly, an interlude supper—a sort of supperlet, so to speak, composed of cold salmon, scones, milk, and ale, which was intended, no doubt, to give them an appetite for the true supper that should follow ere long.
— from Erling the Bold by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne
Suffice it that the knowledge that, but for Smith's arrest, I must have chosen between playing the basest part in the world and running a risk whereat I shuddered, filled me with thankfulness immeasurable, a thankfulness which I did not fail to pour out on my knees, and which was in no degree lessened by a shuddering consciousness that in that dilemma, had Providence not averted it, I might have--ay, should have--played the baser part!
— from Shrewsbury: A Romance by Stanley John Weyman
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