“Go and dress, dear; you’ll be late.”
— from A Room with a View by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

"And was there enough for Green and Dick Danvers?" "Yes, I kept it rolled up in flannel and newspapers.
— from Stories That End Well by Octave Thanet

You don't want to go away, darling, do you?" "No, really, Joan is too bad," cried Ephie, with a voice in which tears and exasperation struggled for the mastery.
— from Maurice Guest by Henry Handel Richardson

Don't go away, darling, do you lie still, and I will talk and sing to you, and you can pick some more flowers when you get up.
— from The Open Air by Richard Jefferies

The amiable old professor from whom these particulars were obtained, and who endured my teizing him in bad Italian for intelligence he cared not to communicate, with infinite sweetness and patience grew kinder to me as I became more troublesome to him: and shewing me the book upon botany to which he had just then put the last line; turned his dim eyes from me, and said, as they filled with tears, "You, Madam, are the last visitor I shall ever more admit to talk upon earthly subjects; my work is done; I finished it as you were entering:—my business now is but to wait the will of God, and die; do you, who I hope will live long and happily, seek out your own salvation, and pray for mine."
— from Observations and Reflections Made in the Course of a Journey through France, Italy, and Germany, Vol. 1 (of 2) by Hester Lynch Piozzi

I thought you were gone at daylight." "Did ye now?"
— from Nancy Stair: A Novel by Elinor Macartney Lane

Is there any place where we could get a drink, do you think, Kendricks?
— from The Mischief-Maker by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

She is a good and dutiful daughter——” “Yes,” replied Sylvia, “but suppose on this one occasion she were to fail to be good and dutiful?
— from Sylvia's Marriage: A Novel by Upton Sinclair

"You don't catch my meaning, Jack; girls are deuced dull, you know,—I mean obtuse."
— from The Spinners' Book of Fiction by Spinners' Club

In swampy areas, such as the deltas at the mouths of great rivers, or in shallow lagoons bordering a coast margin, the jungles of ferns and tree-ferns, club-mosses and horse-tails, sedges, grasses, &c., grew and died down year by year, forming a consolidated mass of vegetable matter much in the same way that a peat bed or a mangrove swamp is accumulating organic deposits at the present time.
— from Coal, and What We Get from It by Raphael Meldola

"I realize that," said Vetch gravely, and he added with a quick glance at Darrow: "Do you think if I were not honest that I'd talk to you so frankly?"
— from One Man in His Time by Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow