I am neither a philosopher nor a poet, to set out upon a wild-goose chase of making myself a different man from what you find me.
— from Caleb Williams; Or, Things as They Are by William Godwin

Women who are glad to receive alone the calls of married men, always do suspect their wives of disliking them."
— from Sevenoaks: A Story of Today by J. G. (Josiah Gilbert) Holland

And even now I feel that only my marriage vows will close up the case for the judge—even yet he may—— But when Ruth had got done with Alfred, she had wiped Judge Wade's appreciation of him completely off my mind and destroyed it in tender words that burned us both worse than Jane's fire burned the letter.
— from The Melting of Molly by Maria Thompson Daviess

I had counted on having a pickax brigade, composed of Marvin, MacMillan, and Dr.
— from The North Pole Its Discovery in 1909 under the auspices of the Peary Arctic Club by Robert E. (Robert Edwin) Peary

He said he should have liked to call on Madame Martin at Dinard, but he had been detained in the Vendee by the Marquise de Rieu.
— from The Red Lily — Volume 03 by Anatole France

Even now, when the bank pays in cash, our merchants make a difference from five to ten per cent.
— from Court Memoirs of France Series — Complete by Various

Cleavage Cleavage is the tendency, characteristic of most minerals, and due to the arrangement of their molecules, to cleave or break along definite planes.
— from Field Book of Common Rocks and Minerals For identifying the Rocks and Minerals of the United States and interpreting their Origins and Meanings by Frederic Brewster Loomis

Bravely the worn, bowed shoulders took up the burden of life again, and, as they squared to their load, we slipped back to our anniversaries—once more Jack went bush for the schooling of his colts, once more Mac and Dan went into the Katherine to “see about the ordering of stores,” Tam going with them; and as they rode out of the homestead, once more we slipped, with the Dandy, into the Land of Wait-a-while—waiting once more for the wet to lift, for the waggons to come, and for the Territory to rouse itself for another year’s work.
— from We of the Never-Never by Jeannie Gunn

'Do not imagine,' I said, turning towards him, 'that you can once more make a dupe of me with your lies and inventions.
— from Manon Lescaut by abbé Prévost