That sum or any other could never compensate for the state which he had thus foolishly doffed.
— from Sister Carrie: A Novel by Theodore Dreiser

But I claim no credit for that—if I stiffened up his back-bone a little, I simply put him in the way to make his fight—didn’t undertake it myself.
— from The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today by Charles Dudley Warner

cellender n., cellendre f. = celendre cellod (ē?) † part.
— from A Concise Anglo-Saxon Dictionary For the Use of Students by J. R. Clark (John R. Clark) Hall

Thence to St. James’s by coach, and spoke, at four o’clock or five, with Sir W. Coventry, newly come from the House, where they have sat all this day and not come to an end of the debate how the money shall be raised.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

He was an evil that walked in darkness, whose coming none could foresee and against which none knew when to be on the alert.
— from The Sketch-Book of Geoffrey Crayon by Washington Irving

Anne, as she listened to the ceaseless badinage that went on between him and Phil, wondered if she had only imagined that look in his eyes when she had told him she could never care for him.
— from Anne of the Island by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

The person who had been called Misse Cassy now came forward, and, with a haughty, negligent air, delivered her basket.
— from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Such worship as Faber knew (and he is but one of a great company which no man can number) can never come from a mere doctrinal knowledge of God.
— from The Pursuit of God by A. W. (Aiden Wilson) Tozer

Cf. necō, interficiō perterreō, perterrēre, perterruī, perterritus , terrify, frighten recipiō, recipere, recēpī, receptus , receive, recover ; sē recipere , betake one’s self, withdraw, retreat trādō, trādere, trādidī, trāditus , give over, surrender, deliver (traitor) 297 LESSON LVI, § 318 aditus, -ūs , m., approach, access; entrance cīvitās, cīvitātis , f., citizenship; body of citizens, state (city) inter , prep, with acc., between, among (interstate commerce) nam , conj., for obses, obsidis , m. and f., hostage paulō , adv.
— from Latin for Beginners by Benjamin L. (Benjamin Leonard) D'Ooge

We could not conceal from ourselves that the gale might continue to blow for many days, and that we might be driven far away to the east, whence a long time would be occupied in returning, or that we might be thrown on one of the numberless coral reefs of those seas, or hurled against some rocky shore and be dashed to pieces, while we knew that any moment some cross sea might strike us and send us to the bottom.
— from The Cruise of the Mary Rose; Or, Here and There in the Pacific by William Henry Giles Kingston

If she said nothing now, Orsino would suspect something and would assuredly go to his father, from whom he would get a view of the case not conspicuous for its moderation.
— from Don Orsino by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

In the second place, it is explanatory, at least in a certain measure, since the formula we employ allows us to understand, better than by the principle of a simple juxtaposition, why certain nerve currents flow in the light of consciousness, while others are plunged into the darkness of unconsciousness.
— from The Mind and the Brain Being the Authorised Translation of L'Âme et le Corps by Alfred Binet

Fortune’s in my scale, that’s poz, Of mischance put more than half in; Yet I don’t know how it was, I could never cry for laughing— Ha!
— from Jacob Faithful by Frederick Marryat

A coarse narrow cloth, formerly much in use.
— from South London by Walter Besant

To break that calm, no throbbing pain May ever come, no chilling fears, No hopes unreached, no yearnings vain, No love-light quenched in sorrow's tears;
— from Poems of the Heart and Home by Yule, J. C., Mrs.

[Pg 178] Another feeling more powerful than filial or maternal love—more absorbing—more ruthlessly adhesive, was the love she could not conquer for the man who had been the first cause of all the misery and wrong against which she was struggling.
— from Fashion and Famine by Ann S. (Ann Sophia) Stephens

[712-749] Poor soul, that never through ten years of dearth Had pleasure from the fruitage of the vine, But seeking to some standing pool, Nor clear nor cool, Foul water heaved to head for lack of heartening wine.
— from The Seven Plays in English Verse by Sophocles