"I think I would rather have you open it, dearest," said she, turning over the parcel.
— from Tess of the d'Urbervilles: A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy

You have your opinion, I dare say; and I have mine, I know.
— from Hard Times by Charles Dickens

when she gives drink to her young, or I die!”
— from Myths and Folk-tales of the Russians, Western Slavs, and Magyars by Jeremiah Curtin

"When you're two or three hundred years old I daresay you'll be more sensible.
— from Soap-Bubble Stories For Children by Fanny Barry

what have you or I done that we should be ashamed of ourselves?"
— from Miss Stuart's Legacy by Flora Annie Webster Steel

As I understand it, then, the deletion of these funds for 476 these technical specialists in fiscal year 1964 did not in any way handicap your operation in Dallas at the time of the assassination?
— from Warren Commission (05 of 26): Hearings Vol. V (of 15) by United States. Warren Commission

"Horseshoes!" yelled one in disgust; and, "You lucky fish!" wailed another.
— from The Boy Scouts of Lakeville High by Leslie W. Quirk

Tarleton having arranged his infantry in the centre, and his cavalry on the wings, advanced to the charge with the horrid yells of infuriated demons.
— from A Sketch of the Life of Brig. Gen. Francis Marion and a History of His Brigade by William Dobein James

Mrs. Elsmere became more and more proud of her boy, and more and more assured that her years of intelligent devotion to him had won her his entire love and confidence, 'so long as they both should live;' she came up to see him once or twice, making Langham almost flee the University because she would be grateful to him in public, and attending the boat-races in festive attire to which she had devoted the most anxious attention for Robert's sake, and which made her, dear, good, impracticable soul, the observed of all observers.
— from Robert Elsmere by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.

Billy hobbled round the corner, thrust two fingers into his mouth, and blew a quavering whistle; whereupon two labourers, working a few hundred yards off, immediately dropped their tools and joined him.
— from Children of the Mist by Eden Phillpotts

"What proof have you of it?" demanded Curtis, trying to keep his anger within bounds.
— from Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1904 by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

Return to Table of Contents A circle of a few hundred yards only in diameter, of which the centre should be the Duke of Wellington's statue in front of the Royal Exchange, London, would enclose within its magic girdle a far greater amount of real, absolute power, than was ever wielded by the most magnificent conqueror of ancient or modern times.
— from Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 420 Volume 17, New Series, January 17, 1852 by Various