She was tired and the boy looked eager, so she decided to accept his offer.
— from The War Romance of the Salvation Army by Grace Livingston Hill
Forbear, my only comfort; Oh, tell me not of danger, death, and Burleigh; Let every star shed down its mortal bane On my unshelter'd head: whilst thus I fold Thee in my raptured arms, I'll brave them all, Defy my fate, and meet its utmost rigour.
— from The Earl of Essex: A Tragedy, in Five Acts by Henry Jones
You've bin lyin' ever since she disappeared from Bootle.
— from The Stowaway Girl by Louis Tracy
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