I should answer, first, that a grotesque jest at such a moment is thoroughly characteristic of Hamlet (see p. 151 ), and that the jocose 'So, uncle, there you are!'
— from Shakespearean Tragedy: Lectures on Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, Macbeth by A. C. (Andrew Cecil) Bradley

I remonstrated, in allusion to the epithet and the vigorous emphasis Miss Jellyby set upon it.
— from Bleak House by Charles Dickens

It was just such uniqueness of points of view that startled Ruth.
— from Martin Eden by Jack London

Here Jones starting up cried, “I really must be excused: I wish you would leave me.”—“Come, come, friend,” said the Quaker, “don't give way to concern.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

Making my way along here with all despatch, I had just crossed a ditch which I knew to be very near the Battery, and had just scrambled up the mound beyond the ditch, when I saw the man sitting before me.
— from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

The good woman was so much alarmed by the sudden apparition of this unknown piece of ugliness, that she hastily caught the baby from its cradle and retreated into the furthest corner of the room; while little Jacob, sitting upon his stool with his hands on his knees, looked full at him in a species of fascination, roaring lustily all the time.
— from The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens

And what has been said about appreciation means that every study in one of its aspects ought to have just such ultimate significance.
— from Democracy and Education: An Introduction to the Philosophy of Education by John Dewey

That most skilful breeder, Sir John Sebright, used to say, with respect to pigeons, that "he would produce any given feather in three years, but it would take him six years to obtain head and beak."
— from On the Origin of Species By Means of Natural Selection Or, the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life by Charles Darwin

Er heiratete später meine jüngste Schwester, und das 37-9 sind ihre Kinder.
— from Eingeschneit: Eine Studentengeschichte by Emil Frommel

And Jehovah said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother?
— from Commentary on Genesis, Vol. 1: Luther on the Creation by Martin Luther

The Jacks stand up straight, just like real live boys preaching in a pulpit." "Don't you think, mamma," asked Flossie, "that daisies and violets make a lovely garden?
— from The Bobbsey Twins in the Country by Laura Lee Hope

7 Jesus saith unto them, Fill the water-pots with water.
— from An Examination of the Testimony of the Four Evangelists, by the Rules of Evidence Administered in Courts of Justice With an Account of the Trial of Jesus by Simon Greenleaf

Just as I had decided in favour of the last-named, he gave a more than usually vigorous jerk, sat up in bed and, opening his eyes, remarked: "Those fleas!
— from Old Calabria by Norman Douglas

As he neared the steps the door was opened and Martha's voice rang clear: "Meg, you rascal, come in, or shall I let ye stay out and freeze?" Doctor John stepped upon the porch, the light of Martha's candle falling on his face and figure.
— from The Tides of Barnegat by Francis Hopkinson Smith

Why what’s that?”—“Vy, yer vurship, ain’t you up to that ere trade?”—“Come, explain yourself,” said the magistrate.—“Vell, yer vurship, I goes round among the livery stables—they all on’em knows me—and ven I sees a gen’man bargaining for an ’orse, I just steps up like a stranger, and ses I, “Vell, that’s a rare ’un, I’ll be bound,” ses I; ‘he’s got the beautifullest ’ead and neck as ever I seed,’ ses I; ‘only look at ’is open nostrils—he’s got vind like a no-go-motive, I’ll be bound; he’ll travel a hundred miles a day, and never vunce think on’t; them’s the kind of legs vat never fails.’
— from The True History of Tom & Jerry or, The Day and Night Scenes, of Life in London from the Start to the Finish! by W. T. (William Thomas) Moncrieff

All this while, John sat up with his heart beating very fast, writing all about his engagement to his sister, and, up to this point, his nearest, dearest, most confidential friend.
— from Pink and White Tyranny A Society Novel by Harriet Beecher Stowe