The infant Bappa, son of Nagaditya [222], then only three years old, was conveyed to the fortress of Bhander, [5] where he was protected by a Bhil of Yadu descent.
— from Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, v. 1 of 3 or the Central and Western Rajput States of India by James Tod

And of this pray rest satisfied, and think better of Your dutiful DAUGHTER till death.
— from Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson

"Go through all those letters," the clerk said, pointing to a huge heap; "select the circulars, open them, and place them on that stand; arrange all the English and foreign letters on Mr. Gregory's table, and then address those envelopes from that book on your desk."
— from Little Folks (September 1884) A Magazine for the Young by Various

Pray, what would become of your drive in the hills?”
— from A Room with a View by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

G— d—n ye Gentlemen, I am as good a Man as the best of you; d—m my S—l if ever I turned my Back to any Man in my Life, or ever will, by G —; Glasby is an honest Fellow, notwithstanding this Misfortune, and I love him, D—l d—n me if I don’t: I hope he’ll live and repent of what he has done; but d—n me if he must dye, I will dye along with him.
— from A General History of the Pyrates: from their first rise and settlement in the island of Providence, to the present time by Daniel Defoe

“To your tongue, I give especial ones,” said the Wolf, “but on your deceitful eyes I pray that the darkness of eternal night may fall.”
— from The Fables of Phædrus Literally translated into English prose with notes by Phaedrus

It became the honorable appellation of the sons of Severus, was bestowed on young Diadumenianus, and at length prostituted to the infamy of the high priest of Emesa.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

There'd be only you, Ducky, my dear, dear Ducky."
— from The Gay Cockade by Temple Bailey

Put a little water in the bottom of your dutch-ovens or tin pans, and strain it in with a cloth over the colander, or the settlings will run through and hurt the looks of your candles.
— from Domestic Cookery, Useful Receipts, and Hints to Young Housekeepers by Elizabeth E. (Elizabeth Ellicott) Lea

As the loveliness of girlhood fades from their cheeks, and the liquid brilliancy of youth departs from their eyes, let them make unto themselves charms which neither the rust nor moth of time can corrupt; let the warmth of goodness yield its gentle tinting to 161 their cheek, and let tears of tenderness, of mercy, of loving-kindness, make their eyes moist with those beauties which will not be destroyed, but perfected hereafter.
— from The Young Maiden by A. B. (Artemas Bowers) Muzzey

"Oh, doctor," she burst out, "you don't know how you've relieved me!"
— from The Price of Love by Arnold Bennett

This Daniel M c Carthy was commonly known by the nick-name of "Dhonald Bhin," or "Yellow Dan," and was the first man that ran away from the battle of Aughrim.
— from Notes and Queries, Number 76, April 12, 1851 A Medium of Inter-communication for Literary Men, Artists, Antiquaries, Genealogists, etc. by Various

“Saxon,” answered MacEagh, “do not regret having exchanged the foul breath of yonder dungeon for the free air of heaven.
— from A Legend of Montrose by Walter Scott

"A band of young desperadoes is my idea.
— from Harper's Young People, March 30, 1880 An Illustrated Weekly by Various

"You will diminish them, indeed," returned the arch girl, "for never did I hear a more unworthy conjunction of execution and language, than that to which I have been listening; and I was far gone in a learned inquiry into the causes of such an unfitness between sound and sense, when you broke the charm of my musings by that bass of yours, Duncan!"
— from The Last of the Mohicans: A Narrative of 1757 by James Fenimore Cooper

I do not, however, send it by way of inveigling you to write about it, much as any word of yours would mean to me both in service and honour: but primarily because of your deep and vivid sympathy not only with nature but with the Celtic vision of nature—and, also, let me add, because of the many delightful hours I have enjoyed with your writings.
— from William Sharp (Fiona Macleod): A Memoir Compiled by His Wife Elizabeth A. Sharp by Elizabeth A. (Elizabeth Amelia) Sharp