If you weren’t married, Father Fyodor, you would have been a bishop long ago, you would really!”
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Tukaduri ra nang nawung mug tan-áwag angayan ka ba, Look at yourself in the mirror and see if you look nice.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

You do, however, leave a card upon both ladies and you ask to see her mother if received by the daughter.
— from Etiquette by Emily Post

But looking at you, I thought, I'll get him in my clutches and laugh at him.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

See note Note To M r I. L. B LEST are your North parts, for all this long time
— from The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2) Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts by John Donne

“I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.
— from A Christmas Carol in Prose; Being a Ghost Story of Christmas by Charles Dickens

She curtseyed and went out, followed by Buck Mulligan’s tender chant: —Heart of my heart, were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
— from Ulysses by James Joyce

When you reached manhood and all ideas became known to you, you could not have failed to see the truth; you knew it, but you did not follow it; you were afraid of it, and to deceive your conscience you began loudly assuring yourself that it was not you but woman that was to blame, that she was as degraded as your attitude to her.
— from The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

It used to bleat like a young fawn, and when the hunter heard a fawn bleat in the woods he never looked for it, but hurried away in the other direction.
— from Myths of the Cherokee Extract from the Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology by James Mooney

There is a steep descent about four blocks long as you approach Larchmont Manor, with a corresponding hill to climb as you enter the village.
— from Harper's Round Table, May 14, 1895 by Various

I'm afraid I got the habit by looking at your sister; but then, as she has a husband, it couldn't matter so much."
— from The Spread Eagle and Other Stories by Gouverneur Morris

This he read very nicely and was glad to put in his ragged pocket; but he could scarcely part from me, and struggled vainly to urge his tub along with the shovel till we came to a run of dashing waves, and then of course I had to leave him behind, looking and yearning, with a low, murmuring sound, and a sorrowful, earnest gaze I shall never forget.
— from A Thousand Miles in the Rob Roy Canoe on Rivers and Lakes of Europe by John MacGregor

He knew but little as yet of the ordinary life of gentlemen in England; but he did know,—so at least he thought,—that it was the duty of a son to shield his mother from insult and libel.
— from Orley Farm by Anthony Trollope

372.png Far worse than apes; for mow or scratch your pate, It may be some odd ape will imitate; But let a youth that hath abused his time 90 In wrongèd travel, in that hotter clime, Swoop by old Jack, in clothes Italianate,
— from The Works of John Marston. Volume 3 by John Marston

“Well,” she continued, “a few days afterwards I had just about as terrifying a specimen of a blackmailing letter as you can possibly imagine.”
— from The Moving Finger by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

"No," said he, "I shall be lost among you, and I'm curious to know all that fate has in store for me."
— from A Slav Soul, and Other Stories by A. I. (Aleksandr Ivanovich) Kuprin

A fellow returning from leave is supposed to be like a young giant refreshed with wine—ready and willing to tackle any accumulative work.
— from The Sea-girt Fortress: A Story of Heligoland by Percy F. (Percy Francis) Westerman

There are old men and mature men, and boys of fifteen, twelve, and even nine years of age, dressed in scarlet, with bare legs and yellow slippers, ranged along in single file without regard to height, with their captains in front.
— from Morocco, Its People and Places by Edmondo De Amicis

A year had been lost; a year had passed and dropped in the past, and they had never looked upon each other’s faces.
— from Princess Napraxine, Volume 3 (of 3) by Ouida