Florence was the daughter of my friend, and was a young lady at the time of her death; but Helen had been told nothing about her, nor did she even know that my friend had had a daughter.
— from The Story of My Life With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy by Helen Keller

Did she even know where her accomplice carried this innocent little being, condemned to eternal misery, to the shame of an illegitimate birth; to more than that—to death, since he was abandoned and the nurse, no longer receiving the monthly pension, might, as they often do, let him die of hunger and neglect!
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

So on a day she espied King Uriens lay in his bed sleeping.
— from Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1 by Malory, Thomas, Sir

He who walks in darkness Loves no deeds of light: He who herds with demons Shuns each kindly sprite.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

We have driven some eighty kilometers to-day and have been in the fresh mountain air, open air, for eleven hours.
— from Through Scandinavia to Moscow by William Seymour Edwards

p. 28.): "Eius ( i.e. Christi) quippe largiflua bonitate regia dignitate subtronizatus, ego Knu[d] rex Angligenæ nationis, pro nauciscendo eius immensitatis misericordiæ dono, concedo sibi de suo proprio quæ mihi gratuito concessit, villam," &c. C. W. G. Cassek Gwenwyn (Vol.
— from Notes and Queries, Vol. IV, Number 107, November 15, 1851 A Medium of Inter-communication for Literary Men, Artists, Antiquaries, Genealogists, etc. by Various

My own is still more dangerous, since everyone knows me here, and since it in no way disguises me."
— from Marguerite de Valois by Alexandre Dumas

For, in the first moments of his despair and horror, he had remembered what it would mean to Madame de Pastourelles, did she ever know that his mad wife had left him out of jealousy of her.
— from Fenwick's Career by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.

Did she even know what sincerity was?
— from The Choir Invisible by James Lane Allen

A few hundred yards away we saw a lone dog, standing erect, keeping guard beside what looked like a mound covered with snow.
— from Plain Tales of the North by Thierry Mallet

“And you see, Dorothy,” she explained kindly, “pictures aren’t much good to a dealer either just to shut up in a cellar and keep.
— from Gray youth: The story of a very modern courtship and a very modern marriage by Oliver Onions