“Franz and I have to thank you a thousand times, count,” returned Albert; “you extricated us from a great dilemma, and we were on the point of inventing a very fantastic vehicle when your friendly invitation reached us.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

"I am almost displeased," he [Pg cxxxvii] remarks in the real, not in the counterfeit reply, "at your expression ' scarcely any of those suspicions or jealousies which affect the truest friendships;' for I know of not one on my part."
— from The Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 1 Poetry - Volume 1 by Alexander Pope

About the year 1788, Goody, were your cheeks rosy, and your eyes bright, and did some young fellow in powder and a pigtail look in them?
— from Roundabout Papers by William Makepeace Thackeray

I looked askance at Mr. Molton; but, with his knee crooked round a young ewe, he was shearing calmly.
— from The Complete Essays of John Galsworthy by John Galsworthy

The increase of the power to produce in proportion to the cost of production is not studied in America as it used to be studied, because if you don't have to improve your processes in order to excel a competitor, if you are human you aren't going to improve your processes; and if you can prevent the competitor from coming into the field, then you can sit at your leisure, and, behind this wall of protection which prevents the brains of any foreigner competing with you, you can rest at your ease for a whole generation.
— from The New Freedom A Call For the Emancipation of the Generous Energies of a People by Woodrow Wilson

But printed copies remained, as your examination has proved.
— from The Writings of Thomas Jefferson, Vol. 6 (of 9) Being His Autobiography, Correspondence, Reports, Messages, Addresses, and Other Writings, Official and Private by Thomas Jefferson

‘I am she Whom the gods love, Tranquillity: That other whom you seek forlorn Half earthly was: but I am born Of the immortals, and our race Wears still some sadness on its face: He wins me late, but keeps me long, Who, dowered with every gift of passion, In that fierce flame can forge and fashion Of sin and self the anchor strong; Can thence compel the driving force Of daily life’s mechanic course, Nor less the nobler energies Of needful toil and culture wise; Whose soul is worth the tempter’s lure, Who can renounce, and yet endure, To him
— from James Russell Lowell, A Biography; vol. 1/2 by Horace Elisha Scudder

The Count and Countess Orloff employ their fortune in receiving strangers with equal facility and magnificence; you are at your ease with them, as in a country retreat, and you enjoy there all the luxury of cities.
— from Ten Years' Exile Memoirs of That Interesting Period of the Life of the Baroness De Stael-Holstein, Written by Herself, during the Years 1810, 1811, 1812, and 1813, and Now First Published from the Original Manuscript, by Her Son. by Madame de (Anne-Louise-Germaine) Staël

It was given in a voice of humor and challenge, resonant, and yet everlastingly whimsical.
— from The Soul of John Brown by Stephen Graham