Every day, when I give him to eat he thanks me.
— from Salomé: A Tragedy in One Act by Oscar Wilde
I dressed when I got home: then I put my proofs into my pocket.
— from The Crime and the Criminal by Richard Marsh
But finally the Fourth Dimension, which may be thought of as a terrible Fate or inescapable destiny awaiting all who dally with it, gets him too, for he fails to return from one of his trips.
— from The Supernatural in Modern English Fiction by Dorothy Scarborough
One old colored man, who was dying when I gave him the flowers, and passed away shortly after I left, said to the nurse with his last breath, “Take these three spring-chickens” (sent to him by a friend from the country) “and give them to the teacher who gave me the flowers.”
— from The American Missionary — Volume 34, No. 09, September, 1880 by Various
Well, then, why blame a simple fellow like me for doing what is given him to do?
— from The Purchase Price; Or, The Cause of Compromise by Emerson Hough
“I don’t like to suspect men unjustly, and yet I’m afraid I’ve done wrong, in giving him time,” said the doctor, as he went down.
— from The Dark House: A Knot Unravelled by George Manville Fenn
To these dangers must be added his latent likes and dislikes, which imperceptibly guide his thought, especially in forming opinions on questions of the world and of life, which the human heart cannot view with indifference: they influence his thought.
— from The Freedom of Science by Josef Donat
I had to guard against my own feeling, and to put myself out of the question, and that was what I tried to do when I got him to give up the child to us and let her take our name.
— from A Pair of Patient Lovers by William Dean Howells
It was evident that the good creature had lost her head, as she sometimes did, when I gave her too much to copy, or when the unusual occurred in no matter what form.
— from Sacred and Profane Love: A Novel in Three Episodes by Arnold Bennett
Dawson was in great hopes that Blackall was right, for he had staked his reputation, as he said, on the success of his patron and his imported kite, and he had no fancy to find himself laughed at.
— from Ernest Bracebridge: School Days by William Henry Giles Kingston
Neither this, nor his daily work in Geneva, had the effect of withdrawing him for a day from his solicitude for his native country.
— from John Knox by A. Taylor (Alexander Taylor) Innes
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