Or again, they do remember, and yet shirk their duty for some reason or other, being cowards and grudging by nature, and their hand is against every man without exception, seeing that not even to their benefactors do they consent to be gentle and amiable; and then if there be any opening to slander and bite, they look angry and fierce like wild beasts.
— from The Works of the Emperor Julian, Vol. 1 by Emperor of Rome Julian

This Duke Ricardo, as you, sirs, probably know already, is a grandee of Spain who has his seat in the best part of this Andalusia.
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

It was all over before I arrived; so my curiosity was not so dreadfully racked as yours seems to have been.
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

It was all over before I arrived; so my curiosity was not so dreadfully racked as your's seems to have been.
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

In this, the great struggle of her life, she had endeavoured to do right, and yet she could not acquit herself of evil.
— from The Vicar of Bullhampton by Anthony Trollope

"But Sally is such a marvelous knitter that she will no doubt rejoice at your success.
— from An Unwilling Maid Being the History of Certain Episodes during the American Revolution in the Early Life of Mistress Betty Yorke, born Wolcott by Jeanie Gould Lincoln

"My fair young friend, Doctor Rocke, as you style the young man, will please to be so condescending as to tarry the leisure of his most humble servant," replied the colonel, with an ironical bow in the direction of Traverse.
— from Hidden Hand by Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth

For an hour each day right after you study your biology and before you take up your Euclid you will romp and play in this dirt like a child of nature, and frolic.
— from Carter, and Other People by Don Marquis

"We are much obliged to you for the offer of your house, but we always sleep out." "But I have good beds," he said, "and a dry room at your service.
— from By Desert Ways to Baghdad by Louisa Jebb Wilkins

Prince of my vision-palace, I would call Your name through trumpets down its central hall, And the rapt choral praise Before your dais raise; And you should see, should hear, be glad and smile
— from Perpetual Light : a memorial by William Rose Benét

“Linda dear, run after your sister, and tell her that, for her impertinence to me, she is to remain in her room until dinner-time.”
— from Light O' the Morning: The Story of an Irish Girl by L. T. Meade