Now, why the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale considered it so very fortunate we hesitate to reveal.
— from The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Was it well, O God, that nations destined to everlasting peace should clash in so vast a shock?
— from The Aeneid of Virgil by Virgil
“Thank goodness, we’ve just managed to finish it before you came in!” said Vera, joyfully.
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
There is that surplus, and as long as Morton College is socially valuable—right here above the steel works, and making this feature of military training—( he has picked up his hat )
— from Plays by Susan Glaspell
side about 11/2 below us he had shot a brown bear which immediately turned on him and pursued him a considerable distance but he had wounded it so badly that it could not overtake him; I immediately turned out with seven of the party in quest of this monster, we at length found his trale and persued him about a mile by the blood through very thick brush of rosbushes and the large leafed willow; we finally found him concealed in some very thick brush and shot him through the skull with two balls; we proceeded dress him as soon as possible, we found him in good order; it was a monstrous beast, not quite so large as that we killed a few days past but in all other rispects much the same the hair is remarkably long fine and rich tho he appears parshally to have discharged his winter coat; we now found that Bratton had shot him through the center of the lungs, notwithstanding which he had pursued him near half a mile and had returned more than double that distance and with his tallons had prepared himself a bed in the earth of about 2 feet deep and five long and was perfectly alive when we found him which could not have been less than 2 hours after he received the wound;
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark
He had got as far as Chapter LIX, which at his leisurely pace he could hardly have reached before October or November 1614, when there was put into his hand a small octave lately printed at Tarragona, and calling itself "Second Volume of the Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote of La Mancha: by the Licentiate Alonso Fernandez de Avellaneda of Tordesillas."
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
It is said, but on what authority is not stated, that she was one of three beautiful sisters, the belles of the country town; and it is in accordance with this tradition that Fielding should celebrate in some verses "writ when the Author was very young," the beauty and intellectual charm of the Miss Cradocks.
— from Henry Fielding: a Memoir Including Newly Discovered Letters and Records with Illustrations from Contemporary Prints by G. M. (Gertrude M.) Godden
In this capacity he earned a national reputation as a censor of literature, his articles and sketches pertaining to literary criticism being collected in several volumes.
— from The Fourth Estate, vol. 1 by Armando Palacio Valdés
A telegram from the Belgrade correspondent of the Vorwärts runs: "Since the presentation of Austria's note, public opinion has become exceedingly serious, although the city is still very calm.
— from What Germany Thinks Or, The War as Germans see it by Thomas F. A. Smith
But, excluding those of children and young persons, the number of these cases is still very small, and few of them have been observed through a long course of years, so as to test the probable influence of a life-long habitual abstinence.
— from The Curiosities of Ale & Beer: An Entertaining History (Illustrated with over Fifty Quaint Cuts) by John Bickerdyke
Cornwall is so very far away—so remote—and Cornish rocks are dreadfully severe on good clothes.
— from The Moon Rock by Arthur J. (Arthur John) Rees
Her tender fingers experienced a physical delight in handling satin, in touching crepe, in stroking velve
— from Calvary: A Novel by Octave Mirbeau
The scite of the castle is still visible near the bourg of Montfort.
— from Master Wace, His Chronicle of the Norman Conquest From the Roman De Rou by Wace
And poor Mrs. Van Clupp is so very grateful!"
— from Thelma by Marie Corelli
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