Raoul really felt tired, but he was desirous of testing his strength, and, brought up in the principles of Athos and certain of having heard him speak a thousand times of stages of twenty-five leagues, he did not wish to fall far short of his model.
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

They think that the souls of beasts are immortal, though far inferior to the dignity of the human soul, and not capable of so great a happiness.
— from Utopia by More, Thomas, Saint

Protagoras of Abdera, and Prodicus of Ceos, and a host of others, have only to whisper to their contemporaries: 'You will never be able to manage either your own house or your own State until you appoint us to be your ministers of education'—and this ingenious device of theirs has such an effect in making men love them that their companions all but carry them about on their shoulders.
— from The Republic by Plato

‘You will never be able to manage either your own house or your own State until you appoint us to be your ministers of education’—and this ingenious device of theirs has such an effect in making men love them that their companions all but carry them about on their shoulders.
— from The Republic of Plato by Plato

My father—” She broke off, for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores, and Mrs. Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards.
— from Howards End by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

"Are all the doors of the house shut?" asked Marvel.
— from The Invisible Man: A Grotesque Romance by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

“You no doubt observed the horses standing a few minutes since at the door?”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

Λυκος , Lucos, was, as I have shewn, the name of the Sun: hence, wherever this term occurs in composition, there will be commonly found some reference to that Deity, or to his substitute Apollo.
— from A New System; or, an Analysis of Antient Mythology. Volume I. by Jacob Bryant

To pass away the time, we took horses and rode down to the beach, and there found three or four Italian sailors, mounted, and riding up and down, on the hard sand, at a furious rate.
— from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana

'All sorts of young fellows used to drift out there,' he said, 'and one couldn't tell where they came from, though I can give a guess at where some of them must have been, since I've seen the world.
— from The Diva's Ruby by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

And quhen he dyd depart, or thens hym sped, Ane courtly quavir ful curyusly wrocht, With arowis maid in Lycia, wantand nocht, Ane garmond he me gaue, or knychtly weid, Prynnyt and wovyn full of fyne gold threid, 10 Twa goldyn bridillis eik, as he dyd pas, Quhilk now my son occupyis, ȝong Pallas.
— from The Æneid of Virgil Translated Into Scottish Verse. Volumes 1 & 2 by Virgil

As though understanding these words the brute rose, and sneaked over to the wicker door of the hut, sniffing at the fastenings, sullenly growling.
— from John Ames, Native Commissioner: A Romance of the Matabele Rising by Bertram Mitford

Lightfoot told Mrs. Lightfoot all about the terrible days of the hunting season and how glad he was that she had not been in the Green Forest then.
— from Lightfoot the Deer by Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess

Look at the doors of the houses shut, and the windows sealed; yet they’ve been up these three hours!
— from The Trespasser, Complete by Gilbert Parker

They were not Celts; in which case the common rules of ethnological criticism induce us to consider them as belonging to the same class with the population conterminous to them; since unless we do this, we must assume a new division of the human species alto
— from Opuscula: Essays chiefly Philological and Ethnographical by R. G. (Robert Gordon) Latham

And yet Alan must be there—Alan locked in drunken slumbers, forgetful of the return of day, of the holy season, and of the friend whom he had so coldly received and was now so churlishly neglecting.
— from The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition, Vol. 10 by Robert Louis Stevenson

At the revolving door of the hotel stood a portly servitor in house uniform who was most kind and noticeably attentive to her whenever she entered or went out, and was constantly giving her some pointed little attention to draw her notice.
— from The War Romance of the Salvation Army by Grace Livingston Hill