Whenever you enter a fairy dwelling you should always remember to stick a piece of steel, such as a knife, a needle, or a fish-hook, in the door; for then the elves will not be able to shut the door till you come out again.
— from The Golden Bough: A Study of Magic and Religion by James George Frazer

" "Then damn your scanted art," replied the Prince, "a petty juggler could have done as much."
— from Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister by Aphra Behn

Do you see a roof there among the trees?
— from Leon Roch: A Romance, vol. 1 (of 2) by Benito Pérez Galdós

Now, do you suppose, acute reader, that Mr. Tag-rag was insincere in all this?
— from Ten Thousand a-Year. Volume 1. by Samuel Warren

"You know better than I do," said my father, "therefore do you speak; and remember, the more they sell for the more you get."
— from Confessions of a Thug by Meadows Taylor

The position of Scottish Presbyterians out of Scotland, where their differences of constitution were idle words, helped to open shrewd eyes to the absurdity of three Churches, all professing the same main doctrines, yet standing as rivals to each other.
— from Bonnie Scotland Painted by Sutton Palmer; Described by A.R. Hope Moncrieff by A. R. Hope (Ascott Robert Hope) Moncrieff

We stopped, but the colony, almost to a bird, had bolted, leaving scores of eggs and scores of downy young squealing and running together for shelter, like so many beetles under a lifted board.
— from Summer by Dallas Lore Sharp

"Do you see any room there?" asks the Captain, quietly.
— from Cape Cod by Henry David Thoreau

"Why," I again asked, "if you did not love him, did you stay at Richeport two or three days after I left?" "Because I expected you to return," she replied, laying aside her childish gayety and becoming grave and serious.
— from The Cross of Berny; Or, Irene's Lovers by Girardin, Emile de, Mme

“Do you see a river there by that hill?
— from Tolstoi for the young: Select tales from Tolstoi by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

We stopped, but the colony, almost to a bird, had bolted, leaving scores of eggs, and scores of downy young squealing and running together for shelter, like so many beetles under a lifted board.
— from Good Stories for Great Holidays Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Children's Own Reading by Frances Jenkins Olcott