Whether we should remain at the house until near the steamer's time, which would be about one in the afternoon, or whether we should put off early in the morning, was the question we discussed.
— from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

She clenched her teeth and moaned as though she were doing her utmost not to scream with pain.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

“Surely,” said John, like one who had lost faith in his memory, “he used not to sleep in the kennel?”
— from Peter Pan by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie

" "No, madame, he says that he urgently needs to speak to Monsieur Victor Hugo, and that he will wait for him.
— from The History of a Crime The Testimony of an Eye-Witness by Victor Hugo

‘Bully was better than you, papa,’ he said; ‘he used not to swear so, and he told and taught me many good things while you were away.’
— from Barry Lyndon by William Makepeace Thackeray

Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wide awake were those classical eyes of hers, and so impossible did it seem that her rigid nose could yield to any relaxing influence, yet her manner of sitting, smoothing her uncomfortable, not to say, gritty mittens (they were constructed of a cool fabric like a meat-safe), or of ambling to unknown places of destination with her foot in her cotton stirrup, was so perfectly serene, that most observers would have been constrained to suppose her a dove, embodied by some freak of nature, in the earthly tabernacle of a bird of the hook-beaked order.
— from Hard Times by Charles Dickens

'Surely,' said John, like one who had lost faith in his memory, 'he used not to sleep in the kennel?'
— from Peter and Wendy by J. M. (James Matthew) Barrie

This book is written to favor no particular views, and in composing it I have entertained no designs of serving or attacking any party; I have undertaken not to see differently, but to look further than parties, and whilst they are busied for the morrow I have turned my thoughts to the Future.
— from Democracy in America — Volume 1 by Alexis de Tocqueville

Then higher up, near the south chain of Paules churchyard, is the Paule Head tavern, which house, with the appurtenances, was of old time called Paules brewhouse, for that the same was so employed, but been since left off, and let out.
— from The Survey of London by John Stow

A true patriot is no lavish promiser; he undertakes not to shorten parliament, to repeal laws....
— from The Story of Doctor Johnson; Being an Introduction to Boswell's Life by S. C. (Sydney Castle) Roberts

"Cap'n," he said, reassuringly, "jes let's hear Uncle Nehemiah talk some mo', an' ef I can't see no mo' likely work fur me 'n ploughin', I'll think myself mighty safe."
— from The Phantoms of the Foot-Bridge, and Other Stories by Mary Noailles Murfree

In his chair, which a curtain had concealed from him until now, there sat a man he knew.
— from The Return of the Prodigal by May Sinclair

He had been too busy to take her until now; the serious duties of his position had allowed no time for dalliance.
— from The Snow-Burner by Henry Oyen

It was visited by Gyllius, 293 who refers to its beautiful marble revetment— vestita crustis varii marmoris —but has, unfortunately, nothing to say concerning its dedication.
— from Byzantine Churches in Constantinople: Their History and Architecture by Alexander Van Millingen

This vessel was lost on the Northern Haaks, under nearly the same circumstances as the Minotaur in the preceding year, but with more fatal results, as every soul on board perished.
— from Narratives of Shipwrecks of the Royal Navy; between 1793 and 1849 by William O. S. Gilly

Lamartine's influence was due to the fact that he uttered, now the sad, now the comforting, now the inspiring words which thousands craved to hear.
— from Main Currents in Nineteenth Century Literature - 3. The Reaction in France by Georg Brandes

"It cannot be that he thinks----" "Madame," said Andrew, regarding her steadfastly--it had never dawned on him until now that she could not possibly know that Philip was in his grave--"Madame, this is no time for explanations.
— from Clash of Arms: A Romance by John Bloundelle-Burton

Then suddenly, in his undignified, not to say dangerous, position, Gage heard a man's voice cry, "Whoa, boy!"
— from A Poached Peerage by Magnay, William, Sir