George Eliot Miss Mary Evans Mrs. Cross Mrs. Lewis was the greatest female poet unless George Sands is made an exception of.
— from What Is Man? and Other Essays by Mark Twain

"Where there are more Ministers in a Congregation than one, and they of different guifts, each may more especially apply himselfe to Doctrine or Exhortation, according to the guift wherein he most excelleth, and as they agree between themselves."
— from To My Younger Brethren: Chapters on Pastoral Life and Work by H. C. G. (Handley Carr Glyn) Moule

" Certainly, in the assured state I was in, I had as little reason to be alarmed at mention being made of the Devil as any person on earth: of late, however, I felt that the reverse was the case, and that any allusion to my great enemy moved me exceedingly.
— from The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner by James Hogg

For many weeks these accusations filled the whole of the { 177} press; repeated at public meetings, elaborated in private talk, they flew over the country, growing every moment more extreme and more improbable.
— from Queen Victoria by Lytton Strachey

Concerning this expression, Michel says:— On trouve dans l’ancienne germania espagnole “ marca , marquida et marquisa ” avec le sens de “femme publique.”—
— from Argot and Slang A New French and English Dictionary of the Cant Words, Quaint Expressions, Slang Terms and Flash Phrases Used in the High and Low Life of Old and New Paris by Albert Barrère

She sat immovable in her arm-chair, darting lightning glances upon the unconscious counsellor, and growing every moment more enraged at the thought of his impertinent researches, until the storm burst with all its fury upon his head.
— from Joseph II. and His Court: An Historical Novel by L. (Luise) Mühlbach

[Pg 203] sœur, et n’en pas perdre un grain de gaîté; elle me met en colere.”
— from The Life and Letters of Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Volume 1 (of 2) by Marshall, Julian, Mrs.

When I say that all this time the two figures uttered no sound, that there was no other living being in sight, and that on every side of the solitary house the moor, growing each minute more eerie as the day waned, spread to the horizon, the more superstitious among us may be pardoned if they gave way to their fears.
— from From the Memoirs of a Minister of France by Stanley John Weyman