"Bazarov was right," she reflected.
— from Fathers and Sons by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev

Mr. Herbert Spencer, in an Essay (originally published in the "Leader", March, 1852, and republished in his "Essays", in 1858), has contrasted the theories of the Creation and the Development of organic beings with remarkable skill and force.
— from The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection Or, the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life, 6th Edition by Charles Darwin

" He replies, "If it be well rewarded, sire, I shall be glad; but should it be otherwise, then it is your concern.
— from Heimskringla; Or, The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway by Snorri Sturluson

Believe me, and do as I do.” “Well, I do it a better way,” remarked Sister Sipa.
— from The Social Cancer: A Complete English Version of Noli Me Tangere by José Rizal

18 ‘Songs of the Russian People,’ by W. R. S. Ralston, M.A. 19 Isa. xxii.
— from Demonology and Devil-lore by Moncure Daniel Conway

I washed her splendid bosom with rosewater, so as to purify it from the blood by which it had been dyed for the first time.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

H2 anchor VI Edna Pontellier could not have told why, wishing to go to the beach with Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the second place have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulses which impelled her.
— from The Awakening, and Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin

P. B. Ewing, Esq., being in Cincinnati, saw him and asked him why he, who certainly knew better, would reiterate such a damaging slander.
— from Memoirs of General William T. Sherman — Complete by William T. (William Tecumseh) Sherman

[27] "Shall I start him?" asked Bob, while Reddy stood as near the centre of the ring as he could get, prepared to snap his cod-line whip at the first signal.
— from Mr. Stubbs's Brother A Sequel to 'Toby Tyler' by James Otis

The voice of the boatman was rather satirical.
— from Sam by E. J. Rath

"I have said all that I can remember concerning my dreams; but what really surprises me is this; sometimes, in the midst of a nightmare, I am conscious of a desire to wake up, and I make a vigorous effort to break the spell.
— from Fact and Fable in Psychology by Joseph Jastrow

"Come, Miss Bell, try to bear beauty without reddening so furiously.
— from The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 2 of 3) by Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady

Then he knew that the bay was running side by side with Chiquito, was slowly creeping to the front.
— from Gunsight Pass: How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and Brought a New West by William MacLeod Raine

Had Mitsos's sudden action been dictated not by the excitement of that moment, but by the spasm of heat of a man for a woman, she had shown herself too disregardent, she had taken it too lightly; she had treated him, so he must have thought, as a boy who had been merely rude to her, but whose rudeness she had overlooked.
— from The Capsina: An Historical Novel by E. F. (Edward Frederic) Benson

His blood was running sluggishly; he was shivering; his legs were stiff, and his hands were cold and uncertain in [277] their grip.
— from The Adventures of Billy Topsail by Norman Duncan

He does not reward virtue nor punish sin, but scatters the joys of heaven and the torments of hell out of a mere caprice, as an Eastern despot gives a man a purse of gold, or inflicts the bastinado, without reason, simply to gratify his sense of power.
— from Orthodoxy: Its Truths And Errors by James Freeman Clarke

Right through his mob they galloped, splitting it up into fragments, and in a moment pack-horses, cattle, riders, bulls, were part of a surging, galloping mass—boys galloping after bulls, and bulls after boys, and the white folk after anything and everything, peppering bulls with revolver-shots (stock-whip having no effect), shouting orders, and striving their utmost to hold the mob; pack and loose horses galloping and kicking as they freed themselves from the hubbub; and the missus scurrying here and there on the outskirts of the mêlée, dodging behind bushes and scrub in her anxiety to avoid both bulls and revolver-shots.
— from We of the Never-Never by Jeannie Gunn

But with rebel soldiers already inside the city (and hordes of others doubtless pressing on their heels), the affairs took a different light.
— from The Lost Continent by Charles John Cutcliffe Wright Hyne