“Hé! the Mystery,” said Gringoire.
— from Notre-Dame de Paris by Victor Hugo

But this is not quite on a level with the other two; for (1), though it is possible to suppose the Witches, as well as the Apparitions, to vanish at 124, and Macbeth's speech to run straight on to 133, the cut is not so clean as in the other cases; (2) it is not at all clear that Hecate (the most suspicious element) is supposed to be present.
— from Shakespearean Tragedy: Lectures on Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Macbeth by A. C. (Andrew Cecil) Bradley

I hope whenever poor Isabella's little ones have the measles, she will send for Perry.”
— from Emma by Jane Austen

It lieth now in your breasts to hang him or save his life; but yet I think meet to instruct you into our law. {238} There was an Act made in the days of Pharaoh the Great, servant to our prince, that lest those of a contrary religion should multiply and grow too strong for him, their males should be thrown into the river.
— from The Pilgrim's Progress from this world to that which is to come Delivered under the similitude of a dream, by John Bunyan by John Bunyan

“And what about the ‘extra coffee-cup’?” “I was fairly certain that it was Mrs. Cavendish who had hidden it, but I had to make sure.
— from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie

It was in these twilight hours that Mrs. Sowerby heard of all that happened at Misselthwaite Manor.
— from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

For why should I have loved her to my shame?
— from Idylls of the King by Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron

From this statement, and what he himself had seen, he felt convinced that this was his brother who had adopted letters by his father's advice; and excited and rejoiced, he called Don Fernando and Cardenio and the curate aside, and told them how the matter stood, assuring them that the judge was his brother.
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Here then men saluted one another, and heard and told the news, and went their ways again.
— from Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience by Henry David Thoreau

"They taught him to make shoes."
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 75, January, 1864 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various

Mr. Northrop had been inured to hardships, and knew much about the manner in which female persons conceal money, and being one of the “Willing Workers,” he told Mr. Smith that he would help him.
— from Peck's Sunshine Being a Collection of Articles Written for Peck's Sun, Milwaukee, Wis. - 1882 by George W. (George Wilbur) Peck

Sadness stabbed him: their marriage should have worked.
— from When the Owl Cries by Paul Alexander Bartlett

A long string of mark-words may, however, be found [11] awkward, and so we may take a name-token who for the man , and, instead of the words ‘having to me shown so many kindnesses,’ say, ‘who showed me so many kindnesses.’
— from An Outline of English Speech-craft by William Barnes

They are very refreshing, when it would be too early to have the more substantial supper announced.
— from The Ladies' Book of Etiquette, and Manual of Politeness A Complete Hand Book for the Use of the Lady in Polite Society by Florence Hartley

This accident (supposed to be caused by the Centurion's wads) threw the enemy into great confusion, and at the same time alarmed the Commodore, for he feared lest the galleon should be burned, and lest he himself too might suffer by her driving on board him.
— from Anson's Voyage Round the World The Text Reduced by Richard Walter

The head is, so to say, the individual; it has the mouth, it takes the food, including air and water, and it has the main sense organs providing data for both space and time.
— from Animal Behaviour by C. Lloyd (Conwy Lloyd) Morgan

You've got a sore head this morning, sure.'
— from Menotah: A Tale of the Riel Rebellion by John Trevena

Faint shudders as of icy cold ran through him,—he nerved himself to meet some deadly evil, though he could not guess what that evil might be,—he was willing to throw away all the past that haunted him, and cut off all hope of a future, provided he could only baffle the snares of the pitiless beauty to whom the torture of men was an evident joy, and rescue his beloved and gifted friend from her perilous attraction!
— from Ardath: The Story of a Dead Self by Marie Corelli