They used to be brought to mass; they would squeal and bark like a dog so that they were heard all over the church.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

how save you souls, when you preach nothing but lies, and destroy souls?
— from Fox's Book of Martyrs Or A History of the Lives, Sufferings, and Triumphant Deaths of the Primitive Protestant Martyrs by John Foxe

"So, sir," I rejoined, "you give us simply the choice between life and death?" "Simply."
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne

Pronounce but Love and dove; Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nickname for her purblind son and heir, Young Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim When King Cophetua lov’d the beggar-maid.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

The billows of birth, love, and death swept over me.
— from Darkwater: Voices from Within the Veil by W. E. B. (William Edward Burghardt) Du Bois

A pea-jacket with exaggerated cuffs, almost as large as the breeches, covered his chest, and around his waist a monstrous belt, with a buckle like a dentist's sign, supported two trumpet-mouthed pistols and a curved hanger.
— from The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Tales With Condensed Novels, Spanish and American Legends, and Earlier Papers by Bret Harte

But since this mystery is of such a nature that nobody can know or use it unless he be prepared by long and diligent self-purification, not everyone can hope to attain it quickly.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

The Devil may, indeed, represent a further evolution in the line on which the Demon has appeared; Ahriman the Bad in conflict with Ormuzd the Good may be a spiritualisation of the conflict between Light and Darkness, Sun and Cloud, as represented in the Vedic Indra and Vritra; but the two phases represent different classes of ideas, indeed different worlds, and the apprehension [ 37 ] of both requires that they shall be carefully distinguished even when associated with the same forms and names.
— from Demonology and Devil-lore by Moncure Daniel Conway

bulhay a for s.t. packed in a solid to be loose and dry so that it could crumble easily.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

Royer would be landing at Dover, Sir Walter would be making plans with the few people in England who were in the secret, and somewhere in the darkness the Black Stone would be working.
— from The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan

The most arduous [Pg 192] work of Sir Gilbert Scott was the strengthening of these piers, effected piecemeal by partial reconstruction of the piers themselves and by laying a durable substratum of cement right down to the chalk.
— from Hertfordshire by Herbert W. (Herbert Winckworth) Tompkins

In the present case, on the contrary, it is desirable that it should be looser and dryer, so that it may easily fall into the space between the stamens and the pistil.
— from Wild Flowers An Aid to Knowledge of Our Wild Flowers and Their Insect Visitors by Neltje Blanchan

The base of his skull was smashed like an egg, and his back was broken like a dry stick….
— from Driftwood Spars The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life by Percival Christopher Wren

On that night when Charlotte Halliday had lain between life and death, suffering on the one hand from the effects of a prolonged and gradual course of poison, on the other from the violent measures taken to eliminate that poisonous element from her system,—on that night when the precious life yet trembled in the balance, Ann Woolper had seen murderous looks in the face of the man whom she dared boldly to defy, and who knew in that hour that his ghastly plot was discovered.
— from Charlotte's Inheritance by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon

And so for three weeks Doña Teresa and I—and for forty-eight hours Sister Marta too—had been lurking and doubling, squatting in cellars crawling on roofs, breaking cover at night to snatch our food, all under Felipe's generalship.
— from The Laird's Luck and Other Fireside Tales by Arthur Quiller-Couch

There was time for no more—a violent rustle, a boyish laugh, and down swung the slender tree, with the young man clinging to the top.
— from Kitty's Class Day and Other Stories by Louisa May Alcott