WITH that came the Damosel of the Lake unto the king, and said, Sir, I must speak with you in privity.
— from Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1 by Malory, Thomas, Sir
Whom, in our right, I must and will oppose!' 'Nay,' quoth the king, 'dear madam, be not wroth; 700 I yield it up; but since I gave my oath, That this much-injured knight again should see; It must be done—I am a king,' said he, 'And one whose faith has ever sacred been—' 'And so has mine' (she said)—'I am a queen: Her answer she shall have, I undertake; And thus an end of all dispute I make.
— from The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, Volume 2 by Alexander Pope
Blake's horse reared as something black rose up beneath its forefeet and snatched at its bridle; Martel's steed lurched into it, then fell kicking and screaming, sending its mate careening to the roadside.
— from The Net by Rex Beach
He rattled the knob, and stared steadily in my face.
— from The Lady of the Basement Flat by Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
"No; I'm just knocked about; sore spot in my side; kicked, maybe.
— from The Carpet from Bagdad by Harold MacGrath
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