I shall jest a little again with the bride; h'm!...
— from Short Stories by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The time cannot be distant when the decision shall take place; and in the mean time we beseech our readers to keep watch; to look at the conduct of all these papers, to contrast that conduct with that which they shewed in the case of the Vere-street gang, to compare their present conduct; their present silence with the unsparing, but just and laudable abhorrence which they then expressed: our readers are requested to make this comparison, at the same time that they make a comparison between the rank and riches of the party now offending, and the obscurity and p. 23
— from A Correct Account of the Horrible Occurrence Which Took Place at a Public-House in St. James's Market In Which It Was Discovered That the Right Rev. Father in God the Bishop of Clogher, Lately Transferred From the Bishopric of Ferns, Was a Principal Actor With a Common Soldier! To the Disgrace Not Only of the Cloth, to Which He Was Attached, and as a Commissioner of the Board of Education, and a Dictator of Public Morals, but as a Member of That Nation Which Gave Him Birth! by Anonymous

She knew that it was with him as it had been of old with his father, and with Goom the father of Jyshak, and long ago with the gods.
— from The Book of Wonder by Lord Dunsany

He came just after lunch, and we talked together for about half an hour.”
— from An Act in a Backwater by E. F. (Edward Frederic) Benson

If there were, I should have come all the same, and stopped just as long, after wheedling the address from Sid."
— from Mattie:—A Stray (Vol 2 of 3) by F. W. (Frederick William) Robinson

Their Bodies were soon after buried, and I thought it absolutely necessary to abscond my self, lest (the time of child bearing being near approaching) approaching) I might be further discovered by the Complexion of the child, which I did verily believe would be black; and therefore I left my Fathers house, and went to an obscure Village about ten miles off; I took up my lodging with an old Woman of my Mothers acquaintance, pretending a great melancholly since the death of my Husband, and therefore avoided all Company: I had all along attempted to destroy the Child in my Womb, and to that end I had taken Savine , and many 25 other drugs and potions, and using to jump, and leap, and wrastle, to cause my self to miscarry, but all in vain; so that in fine, I was forced to use the same remedy I had done, and smother the Child so soon as it was born; I had all possible conveniences to do it, whilst the Midwife, who lived at some distance, was not much looked after, although it was somewhat black, which was now taken to be so, only by reason of its strugling for passage; and wanting a Mid-wife, I caused it to be quickly nail’d up in a box, and so with little trouble passed over the difficulty of this affair: my Mother soon came to me, and accommodated me, with every thing fit for my condition, so that it was not long
— from The English Rogue: Continued in the Life of Meriton Latroon, and Other Extravagants, Comprehending the most Eminent Cheats of Both Sexes: The Third Part by Francis Kirkman

As for the Jesuits, who were to James as loathsome as were the Puritans to Elizabeth, the British sovereign had implored the ambassador of his royal brother, almost with tears, never to allow that pestilential brood to regain an entrance into his dominions.
— from PG Edition of Netherlands series — Complete by John Lothrop Motley

No place so eccentrique to me, as that I lye just at London ; and with those fragmentary recreations I must make shift to recompense the missing of that contentment which your favour opens to me, and my desire provokes me to, the kissing of your hands at Polesworth .
— from Letters to Severall Persons of Honour by John Donne

“You know Jessie and Laura are writing to Belle continually; and I know for a fact that Belle thinks more of you than she does of anybody else.”
— from Dave Porter's Great Search; Or, The Perils of a Young Civil Engineer by Edward Stratemeyer

It was indeed a pleasure to remove the ugly mask and find that she was still just as lovely as when the crowds of suitors sang about her great beauty.
— from The Islands of Magic: Legends, Folk and Fairy Tales from the Azores by Elsie Spicer Eells