" Or else: "Die, your lovely eyes, beautiful marchioness, of love make me."
— from The Middle-Class Gentleman by Molière

Sí, no podía menos de decirlo: yo lo esperaba todos los días....
— from Doña Perfecta by Benito Pérez Galdós

This received maxim is a general apology for all writers who consecrate their labours to great men: but I could wish, at this time, that this address were exempted from the common pretence of all dedications; and that as I can distinguish your lordship even among the most deserving, so this offering might become remarkable by some particular instance of respect, which should assure your lordship that I am, with all due sense of your extreme worthiness and humanity, my lord, your lordship’s most obedient and most obliged humble servant, WILL.
— from The Way of the World by William Congreve

Do you like etchings?
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

Ella me miró de una manera particular, y sacó de la sala un banquito para que me sentase en el empedrado, desde el cual dominaba yo la escena.
— from Heath's Modern Language Series: The Spanish American Reader by Ernesto Nelson

TOM: And how did you like Europe?
— from Plays by Susan Glaspell

What did you let ’em go there to live for?
— from McClure's Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 3, August, 1893 by Various

{49} If indeed some god is offering us his guarantee—for no human guarantee would be sufficient in so great a matter—that if you remain at peace and let everything slide, Philip will not in the end come and attack yourselves; then, although, before God and every Heavenly Power, it would be unworthy of you and of the position that the city holds, and of the deeds of our forefathers, to abandon all the rest of the Hellenes to slavery for the sake of our own ease—although, for my part, I would rather have died than have suggested such a thing—yet, if another proposes it and convinces you, let it be so: do not defend yourselves: let everything go.
— from The Public Orations of Demosthenes, volume 2 by Demosthenes

The sea had since receded, leaving a kind of cave, of no great height or depth, yet large enough to accommodate half a dozen persons.
— from By Right of Conquest: A Novel by Arthur Hornblow

See how sorrowful thou hast made me and thy father, looking everywhere for thee.” “Mother,” he answered, “why did you look everywhere for me with sorrow?
— from The Valley of Vision : A Book of Romance and Some Half-Told Tales by Henry Van Dyke

"What woman do you love?" "Ellen."
— from Joshua Marvel by B. L. (Benjamin Leopold) Farjeon

Then my old mother—my dear young lady, even I, old as I am, have a mother—what does she do but draw a prize in the Austro-Hungarian lottery—a huge prize—enough to demoralize one for life—five thousand florins.
— from Sunrise by William Black

'Where did you look?' 'Everywhere.'
— from A Red Wallflower by Susan Warner