Wherefore, madam, believing you will not omit this so necessary feature in the education of your children, who yourself have tasted its sweetness, and are of a learned extraction (for we yet have the writings of the ancient Counts of Foix, from whom my lord, your husband, and yourself, are both of you descended, and Monsieur de Candale, your uncle, every day obliges the world with others, which will extend the knowledge of this quality in your family for so many succeeding ages), I will, upon this occasion, presume to acquaint your ladyship with one particular fancy of my own, contrary to the common method, which is all I am able to contribute to your service in this affair.
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

I have recently read with much interest a book of yours describing a Central African adventure.
— from She by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard

“It was not because of your dishonour and your sin I said that of you, but because of your great suffering.
— from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I daily and nightly undergo, and the barbarous usage of Doctor Mackshane, who is bent on your destruction as well as mine, that I am resolved to free myself from this miserable life, and, before you receive this, shall be no more.
— from The Adventures of Roderick Random by T. (Tobias) Smollett

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

Naturally that had but one meaning for me—you and Jim Willowby had got the better of your difficulties, and were going to be married.
— from The Swindler and Other Stories by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell

He saw Binkus on your deck, as I did, and proclaimed his purpose.
— from In the Days of Poor Richard by Irving Bacheller

Then came a batch of young damsels, all in white, being chimney-sweepers' daughters; and after them a flourish of trumpets—that is, cow-horns —a squadron of costermongers' donkey-lads mounted, with their pocket-handkerchiefs floating from the vulnerable point of 'bean-sticks.'
— from Forgotten Tales of Long Ago by E. V. (Edward Verrall) Lucas

Cecilia, provoked by this presumption, hurt by the behaviour of young Delvile, and mortified by the whole affair, determined to leave this mistake no longer in the power of accident, but to apply immediately to Mr Delvile senior, and desire him, as her guardian, to wait upon Sir Robert himself, and acquaint him that his perseverance in pursuing her was both useless and offensive: and by this method she hoped at once to disentangle herself for ever from the Baronet, and to discover more fully the sentiments of young Delvile: for the provocation she had just endured, robbed her of all patience for waiting the advice of Mr Monckton.
— from Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 1 by Fanny Burney

I still trust that you will think better of your determination, and conclude to go with us.
— from Guy Rivers: A Tale of Georgia by William Gilmore Simms

They complain bitterly of your desertion, and say you were, at first, the enfant de la maison .
— from Alice, or the Mysteries — Complete by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

I recommend to you to promote, as far as in you lies, a good understanding with and between them, and to observe a conciliating deportment and language towards the latter, that his great influence may be secured and employed in its fullest extent for the benefit of your district, and for the general good.
— from The Life and Correspondence of Sir Isaac Brock, K.B. Interspersed with notices of the celebrated Indian chief, Tecumseh, and comprising brief memoirs of Daniel De Lisle Brock, Esq., Lieutenant E.W. Tupper, R.N., and Colonel W. De Vic Tupper by Brock, Isaac, Sir

Here were piles of magnificent fruit and vegetables from the fertile campana around the city; there vast heaps of oranges and melons, with great bunches of yellow dates and purple grapes, were heaped upon the ground.
— from The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and Majorca by John William Clayton