I must put something into my stomach, mustn't I?—Howsomever, I'm a getting low, and I know what's due.
— from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Of the foul and foolish fictions yet told about the circumstances of his decease, the absolute fact is that as he lived a good life, after its kind, he died calmly and philosophically, as became him.
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

A quiet, likeable Glasgow laddie, as I know him yet.
— from An Ocean Tramp by William McFee

"She died, Sagrario," groaned Luna, "and I know not where they buried her; possibly she may have served for a lecture at the school of anatomy; she fell into the common grave like those soldiers whose heroism remains in obscurity.
— from The Shadow of the Cathedral by Vicente Blasco Ibáñez

I should have gone long ago I knew I should, but it was so pleasant, I couldn't bear to go away alone.”
— from Rose in Bloom A Sequel to "Eight Cousins" by Louisa May Alcott

The little caravan dismounted in order to pass Les Écores, a cliff that overhangs the bay, and a few minutes later, at the end of the dock, they entered the yard of the Golden Lamb, an inn kept by Mother David.
— from Three short works The Dance of Death, the Legend of Saint Julian the Hospitaller, a Simple Soul. by Gustave Flaubert

Oh calme thee gentle Lord: Although I know There is enough written vpon this earth, To stirre a mutinie in the mildest thoughts, And arme the mindes of infants to exclaimes.
— from Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare

Cause me then to be pardoned, my good Lady, and I know what a reward I will give thee.”
— from Quentin Durward by Walter Scott

she added, with a shudder and a little gasping laugh as I kissed her hand.
— from Under the Red Dragon: A Novel by James Grant

I hav' travel many times over the country w'ere he get los' an' I know it, every tree an' stone.
— from Grace Harlowe's Golden Summer by Josephine Chase