Here I saw a bastard of the late King of Sweden’s come to kiss his hands; a mighty modish French-like gentleman.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys
—I saw him before I met you, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod’s eye counting up all the guts of the fish.
— from Ulysses by James Joyce
III I slept at Baker Street that night, and we were engaged upon our toast and coffee in the morning when the King of Bohemia rushed into the room.
— from Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Illustrated by Arthur Conan Doyle
But, with the infatuation of her sex, she kept them to furnish the sole evidence by which she lost her place in society and became a lost woman.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous
It is simply a beautiful, cultivated, endless, wonderful wilderness.
— from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain
Dì ka makakabling ánang aparadur nga mau rang usa, You can’t turn that chiffonier over on its side all by yourself.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff
I say aching, because they conflicted with many of my inherited beliefs, or rather traditions.
— from Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works by Oliver Wendell Holmes
You've robbed me right and left from the time you cleared dock in Seattle, and by the hinges of hell I won't stand it any more!
— from A Daughter of the Snows by Jack London
Yet had I reached you last summer before the month of August, a considerable portion of my time would be now elapsed, and I should already begin to think of my departure.
— from Private Letters of Edward Gibbon (1753-1794) Volume 2 (of 2) by Edward Gibbon
A figure in scarlet and black came to the window, and stood there looking down upon us.
— from To Have and to Hold by Mary Johnston
The air became indescribably soft and balmy, full of a gentle caress.
— from The Rules of the Game by Stewart Edward White
Every stage-conventionality she ever picked up (and she has them all) has got the dropsy too, and is swollen and bloated hideously.
— from The Life of Charles Dickens, Vol. I-III, Complete by John Forster
"Then"—his voice lost its savagery, and became soft and tender—"then, Dulnop, lad, ye shall have thy Cunora; and as for Rolla and I—" Corrus turned and walked away, that his friend might not see what was in his eyes.
— from The Devolutionist and the Emancipatrix by Homer Eon Flint
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