Of course, I could have earned enough for us to live on.
— from Anne's House of Dreams by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

p. 41), after eulogizing the personal qualities of Lerma, adds, ‘Y sin estas grandes partes tuvo demostraciones christianas, manifestandolo en los conventos, iglesias, colegiatas, hospitales, ermitas y catedras, que dejó fundadas, en que gastó, como me consta de los libros de su Contaduría, un millon ciento cincuenta y dos mil doscientos ochenta y tres ducados.’
— from History of Civilization in England, Vol. 2 of 3 by Henry Thomas Buckle

My friend Catherine I could have entertained with details of her living friends, whom you are so good as to recollect, and for whom I am to return you thankful acknowledgments.
— from The Domestic Life of Thomas Jefferson Compiled From Family Letters and Reminiscences by Sarah N. (Sarah Nicholas) Randolph

In our modern day it so jars on the Christian ear that, in spite of our boasted civilization, it can hardly escape being regarded as a direct denunciation of the most cherished of Christian dogmas.
— from The Secret Doctrine, Vol. 2 of 4 by H. P. (Helena Petrovna) Blavatsky

But I suppose," she added wistfully, "that after your deserted childhood I can hardly expect you to be anything else.
— from Sinister Street, vol. 2 by Compton MacKenzie

I never knew that door to be so noisy before, and I now really trembled; for, as the tiresome thing creaked, I could hear either Clara or Patty turn in bed, and I stopped quite short, expecting every moment to hear my name pronounced.
— from A Fluttered Dovecote by George Manville Fenn

In what does this change consist?" "I can hardly explain, for your features have not changed, thank Heaven!
— from Avarice--Anger: Two of the Seven Cardinal Sins by Eugène Sue

'I shall never be humble,' thought I, 'if I resist every occasion of humiliation;' and when I looked upon the altered countenance of my poor little charge, I could have endured any thing rather than have withdrawn its last comfort from her ebbing life.
— from Discipline by Mary Brunton

He may hear, as we heard, the old gentleman from St. Roch, whisper as he raises his pointing cane: "I come here every night and look upon the amphitheater of the gods."
— from The Personality of American Cities by Edward Hungerford