She gazed a while on her, then raised her hand and dealt two blows on her face, saying, as she did so, "The devil is got you now !"
— from Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, Written by Herself by Harriet A. (Harriet Ann) Jacobs

But as concerning the dead, I grudge you not to burn them; for dead corpses is there no stinting; when they once are dead, of the swift propitiation of fire.
— from The Iliad by Homer

“So long as I refrain from doing what you command me to do, I give you no cause to be ashamed of me.”
— from A Gray Eye or So. In Three Volumes—Volume I, II and III: Complete by Frank Frankfort Moore

Discerning, as no one else discerned, that the weakest point in the Persian forces was the line of communication across the Ægean Sea, because the ships of those days were fragile, and an invading army needed to get supplies continually from Persia, he pointed out that although it was the Persian army that would do the actual damage in Greece, yet nevertheless, the major effort of the Athenians should not be spent on their army but on their navy.
— from Invention: The Master-key to Progress by Bradley A. (Bradley Allen) Fiske

Does it give you no pleasure at all to be sitting here alone with me?”
— from The Tempting of Tavernake by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

When I reflect, said she, laughing, upon the difference there was between us some days ago, and the familiarity in which we live at present, I cannot imagine by what means you have arrived to a good fortune you had so little reason to expect; for, in fine, you have given me no signs of repentance for the fault you committed, which moved me to banish you; and I am not certain whether, in conversing with you in the manner I do, I give you not as much reason to find fault with my too great easiness, as you did me to be displeased with your presumption.
— from The Female Quixote; or, The Adventures of Arabella, v. 1-2 by Charlotte Lennox

"At least does it give you no pleasure to read 'He was a good man'?" inquired he plaintively.
— from Sister Dolorosa, and Posthumous Fame by James Lane Allen

Damn it, Gosse, you needn’t suppose that you’re the only poet in the world.
— from The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 23 by Robert Louis Stevenson

I left him only half an hour ago, and he is just perfecting a motor, gentlemen, which will—" "Does it go yet, Nathan?" interrupted Cobb, who was filling a glass from a decanter which a brown-coated darky had brought him.
— from The Fortunes of Oliver Horn by Francis Hopkinson Smith