‘You did; like a good ‘un, my boy,’ said Mr. Squeers, patting his son’s head, ‘and you shall have the best button-over jacket and waistcoat that the next new boy brings down, as a reward of merit.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

However, sentiment in the University against Rizal grew, until matters became so unpleasant that he felt it time to follow the advice of Father Burgos and continue his education outside of the Islands.
— from Lineage, Life and Labors of José Rizal, Philippine Patriot by Austin Craig

Hence, “in company,” the individual whom all the world agrees to look on as “The Great Unknown,” may be scarcely thought of, as “The Antiquary”—the “President of the Royal Society” pass for “quite a lady’s man”—and
— from The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 2 (of 3) or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac by William Hone

“Don’t get up, Mr Boulnois,” said the priest in his pleasant, prosaic way.
— from The Wisdom of Father Brown by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

This [44] verb, though given up, may be still seen in the familiar expression ‘ to do for .’
— from A Book About Words by G. F. (George Frederick) Graham

Far down the long ago her thoughts were straying, and gathering up many bygone scenes which told her that what she heard was true.
— from Maggie Miller: The Story of Old Hagar's Secret by Mary Jane Holmes

The wings which had come through the game, undrooping, must be spread anew for tried, if tamer, lights.
— from Camp Fire Girls in War and Peace by Isabel Hornibrook

“I am not going to give up, my boy,” said Sir Edward quietly.
— from The Black Tor: A Tale of the Reign of James the First by George Manville Fenn

"When you grow up, my bowman," she once told him, "I'll buy you a white suit, all of flannel, and father shall teach you to play at cricket in the orchard."
— from Miss Primrose: A Novel by Roy Rolfe Gilson