Case ye, case ye; on with your visards: there’s money of the King’s coming down the hill; ’tis going to the King’s exchequer.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Below, in the very depths of the concert, you confusedly distinguish the interior chanting of the churches, which exhales through the vibrating pores of their vaulted roofs.
— from Notre-Dame de Paris by Victor Hugo

You can leave here, for a few days, what you say you have brought here if you choose; you can take it away at once if you choose.
— from Bleak House by Charles Dickens

These flags of France, that are advanced here Before the eye and prospect of your town, Have hither march'd to your endamagement; The cannons have their bowels full of wrath, And ready mounted are they to spit forth Their iron indignation 'gainst your walls; All preparation for a bloody siege And merciless proceeding by these French Confront your city's eyes, your winking gates;
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

"Have you been obliged to toil in this way from your childhood?" "You can read that from my hands," she replied, and held out her hands, that were small indeed, but hard and strong, with bitten nails.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

Isabella corroborated it: “My dearest Catherine, you cannot form an idea of the dirt; come, you must go; you cannot refuse going now.”
— from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

welcome to you from me, young prince of England! (Remember you surging Manhattan's crowds as you pass'd with your cortege of nobles? There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with attachment;) Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my bay, Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, Her moving swiftly surrounded by myriads of small craft I forget not to sing; Nor the comet that came unannounced out of the north flaring in heaven, Nor the strange huge meteor-procession dazzling and clear shooting over our heads, (A moment, a moment long it sail'd its balls of unearthly light over our heads, Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone;) Of such, and fitful as they, I sing—with gleams from them would gleam and patch these chants, Your chants, O year all mottled with evil and good—year of forebodings!
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

' 'I shall consider your confidence in me as a favour,' said Emily, 'and will not misuse it.'
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

The time for a morning call is between eleven and two o'clock, unless your friends are so fashionable as to dine at five or six, in which case you can call from twelve to three.
— from How to Behave: A Pocket Manual of Republican Etiquette, and Guide to Correct Personal Habits Embracing an Exposition of the Principles of Good Manners; Useful Hints on the Care of the Person, Eating, Drinking, Exercise, Habits, Dress, Self-culture, and Behavior at Home; the Etiquette of Salutations, Introductions, Receptions, Visits, Dinners, Evening Parties, Conversation, Letters, Presents, Weddings, Funerals, the Street, the Church, Places of Amusement, Traveling, Etc., with Illustrative Anecdotes, a Chapter on Love and Courtship, and Rules of Order for Debating Societies by Samuel R. (Samuel Roberts) Wells

They are certain you can't get in here, or they wouldn't leave the place unguarded.
— from The Moon Destroyers by Monroe K. Ruch

" "Well, George, if that's your choice you can get ready to enter as soon as you go back to the city.
— from The Enchanted Barn by Grace Livingston Hill

If I pick up a good thing, you get the credit; you claim all the credit.
— from Quinneys' by Horace Annesley Vachell

If it hadn’t been for him, I would ne’er have lost my Sammy, the best lad, though I say it as shouldn’t, and the cleverest, ye could set your eyes on.
— from The House on the Moor, v. 2/3 by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

Suppose, instead of crying, you come with me to the study, and let me say a word to you alone."
— from Frivolities, Especially Addressed to Those Who Are Tired of Being Serious by Richard Marsh

“Can you count on none?” asked Gonzaga, very serious, stroking his smooth, fat chin.
— from The Strolling Saint; being the confessions of the high and mighty Agostino D'Anguissola, tyrant of Mondolfo and Lord of Carmina, in the state of Piacenza by Rafael Sabatini

Then he turned back to the Interpreter with a command, "You, comrade, shall keep me informed, heh?
— from Helen of the Old House by Harold Bell Wright

"What says the common-sensed girl?" "First catch your common-sensed girl," muttered Jephson, a little grumpily, as it seemed to me.
— from The Idler, Volume III., Issue XIII., February 1893 An Illustrated Monthly. Edited By Jerome K. Jerome & Robert Barr by Various