They also exclaimed: "Well, how about the invisible sentry !"
— from The History of a Crime The Testimony of an Eye-Witness by Victor Hugo

Where have they who are running here and there in search of riches such happiness as those placid spirits enjoy who are gratified {pg 548} at the immortal fountain of happiness?
— from Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of Them by Wood, James, Rev.

He has arrested not only friend Thaddeus, but the gatekeeper, the housekeeper, and the Indian servant.
— from The Sign of the Four by Arthur Conan Doyle

he cried; "the age corresponds with hers, and Talboys is such an uncommon name.
— from Lady Audley's Secret by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon

The simplicity of mind of this excellent girl was equal to her goodness of heart; and this is saying everything: but one instance of it, which is present to my recollection, is worthy of being related.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

His assurances that I should soon be relieved from the Apparition's visits produced a good effect upon my constitution.
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis

So from the office, Mr. Wayth with me, to the Parliament House, and there I spoke and told Sir G. Carteret all, with which he is well pleased, and do recall his willingness yesterday, it seems, to Sir W. Batten, that we should buy a great quantity of tarr, being abused by him.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

Perhaps he foresees that, on the discovery, Banquo cannot fail to suspect him, and thinks it safest to prepare the way at once for an understanding with him (in the original story he makes Banquo his accomplice before the murder).
— from Shakespearean Tragedy: Lectures on Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Macbeth by A. C. (Andrew Cecil) Bradley

"You have missed it, Miss Lucretia," he said, pouring out a half-glass for himself and taking it straight.
— from Jack Ballington, Forester by John Trotwood Moore

The suitor in the happier days of old, When he would woo his lady-love divine, Beneath her window his affection told In skilful verse and neatly-balanced line; And even if he sometimes caught a cold, His was a less prosaic way than mine; Then they'd embrace—no doubt it was not proper,
— from Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, April 1, 1893 by Various

She came forward—a woman with a brown, full face, and large kindly eyes—and I asked her whether a lady had arrived there in safety that morning.
— from The Shame of Motley: being the memoir of certain transactions in the life of Lazzaro Biancomonte, of Biancomonte, sometime fool of the court of Pesaro by Rafael Sabatini

“‘The man trap’ relates how a too ingenious subaltern adapted a disused dug-out as a trap for over-curious Germans and caught in it his own general and colonel. ...
— from The Book Review Digest, Volume 13, 1917 Thirteenth Annual Cumulation Reviews of 1917 Books by Various

Pointing in the direction of Wakatimi, I said in his language: “Many houses, Wakatimi,” and he nodded assent; then pointing in the direction of another village that we had visited I said: “Many houses, Imah,” to which he agreed; then I said.
— from Pygmies & Papuans: The Stone Age To-day in Dutch New Guinea by A. F. R. (Alexander Frederick Richmond) Wollaston

"I should think a gentleman might compose an epic poem without rendering himself amenable to insult, sir," says Miss Lavinia, with freezing hauteur.
— from The Last of the Foresters Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier by John Esten Cooke

The streets are regular, and the view from the hills about, looking down upon the well-built houses and the intersecting streets, is very pretty.
— from In Indian Mexico (1908) by Frederick Starr

Mr. Gambit hurried along, thinking, I suppose, of his supper, and using my box as a kind of battering-ram with which to force a way.
— from The Chaplain of the Fleet by James Rice