Christmas Eve came at last, and if she thought of what was once to have been on the morrow, she gave no outward token, and with her accustomed smile bade the family good-night.
— from Cousin Maude by Mary Jane Holmes

Gentlemen of the noblest houses, they stated, had intermarried with them, both in Portugal and the colonies, and they had lavished their substance in the good work of founding churches, embellishing cofradías, endowing chapels, and liberal almsgiving.
— from A History of the Inquisition of Spain; vol. 3 by Henry Charles Lea

Isn't this war causing enough crying and loneliness and misery without your adding to it by killing our dogs?
— from Lad: A Dog by Albert Payson Terhune

This report, drawing an appendix of consequential et ceteras , as long as the pen with which they were written, was sent to the proper officer, and Robbins was doomed to lie fourteen days and nights in a solitary cell, and live on four ounces of bread for each twenty-four hours.
— from Recollections of Windsor Prison; Containing Sketches of its History and Discipline, with Appropriate Strictures and Moral and Religious Reflection by Reynolds, John, of Vermont

Commandant Eloff, captive at last, and receiving his captor's off-hand, cheery invitation to dine, was, no doubt, not surprised by it, for he had already experienced something of his antagonist's methods of regarding things.
— from Baden-Powell of Mafeking by J. S. (Joseph Smith) Fletcher

Nick had flung himself on a sofa with an air of weariness, though not of completely extinct cheer; and Lady Agnes stood fingering her rose and looking down at him.
— from The Tragic Muse by Henry James

It was, perhaps, the most fearful crime ever committed against liberty and freedom; for it blasted the hopes and aspirations of over a hundred millions of people, and doubtless for many generations.
— from Autobiography of Andrew Dickson White — Volume 2 by Andrew Dickson White

Everything is of no consequence, except catching a likeness and flattering your sitter—and that you know you can do.”
— from A Rogue's Life by Wilkie Collins