His journals, letters, and recorded sayings are the edifice into which I introduce the reader, and my words are the hinges and latchets of its doors.
— from Life of Father Hecker by Walter Elliott

There's some make-believe about you, Miles, as when you looked so bloody unconcerned all the time you were ready to die of love, as I now l'arn, for the young woman you're about to marry: and mother has a little of it, dear old soul, when she says she's perfectly satisfied with the son the Lord has given her, for I'm not so blasted virtuous
— from Miles Wallingford Sequel to "Afloat and Ashore" by James Fenimore Cooper

The red stocking-legs on his arms were soaking wet, and he wore no hat, while his entire visage had a look of intense dejection.
— from The Red Mustang by William O. Stoddard

"Aunt Darby offered both of us—me, I mean, a home with her, a life of independent dependence on her—charity—for that, at bottom, was all that it was.
— from The Reclaimers by Margaret Hill McCarter

They had a line of intrenchments, defended by a garrison of four thousand men, with twenty guns.
— from Our Standard-Bearer; Or, The Life of General Uysses S. Grant by Oliver Optic

Lifting her forehead to his embrace, she bestowed upon him a look of indescribable despair, then tottered to the door leading into the garden.
— from The Bronze Hand 1897 by Anna Katharine Green

In Stow's time this interesting locality had been degraded into stable for the king's horses, and let out in divers tenements.
— from Notes and Queries, Number 08, December 22, 1849 by Various

[106] Cloncurry's Memoirs state merely that O'Coigly, who was the finest-looking man he had ever seen, presented to him a letter of introduction, descriptive of Orange persecution, which it was alleged he had suffered.
— from Secret Service Under Pitt by William J. (William John) Fitz-Patrick

"Of course he had given hints before and I had always let on I didn't understand him.
— from The Rosie World by Parker Fillmore

The letter, however, was never shown to her, and, later on, I discovered why.
— from My Memoirs by Marguerite Steinheil