Kashgar is also noted in the East for its chaukans , young women with whom the traveller may readily form an alliance for the period of his stay, be it long or short.
— from The Travels of Marco Polo — Volume 1 by Rustichello of Pisa

It is enough that I know I am not: I do not want this perpetual reminding.
— from The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 2 Elia and The Last Essays of Elia by Charles Lamb

“Yet she knows I am not in my senses when I do that!”
— from The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy

I tell you, wretch, I know I am not in hell.
— from Man and Superman: A Comedy and a Philosophy by Bernard Shaw

But I had seen first one and then another of the rooms in which I had slept during my life, and in the end I would revisit them all in the long course of my waking dream: rooms in winter, where on going to bed I would at once bury my head in a nest, built up out of the most diverse materials, the corner of my pillow, the top of my blankets, a piece of a shawl, the edge of my bed, and a copy of an evening paper, all of which things I would contrive, with the infinite patience of birds building their nests, to cement into one whole; rooms where, in a keen frost, I would feel the satisfaction of being shut in from the outer world (like the sea-swallow which builds at the end of a dark tunnel and is kept warm by the surrounding earth), and where, the fire keeping in all night, I would sleep wrapped up, as it were, in a great cloak of snug and savoury air, shot with the glow of the logs which would break out again in flame: in a sort of alcove without walls, a cave of warmth dug out of the heart of the room itself, a zone of heat whose boundaries were constantly shifting and altering in temperature as gusts of air ran across them to strike freshly upon my face, from the corners of the room, or from parts near the window or far from the fireplace which had therefore remained cold—or rooms in summer, where I would delight to feel myself a part of the warm evening, where the moonlight striking upon the half-opened shutters would throw down to the foot of my bed its enchanted ladder; where I would fall asleep, as it might be in the open air, like a titmouse which the breeze keeps poised in the focus of a sunbeam—or sometimes the Louis XVI room, so cheerful that I could never feel really unhappy, even on my first night in it: that room where the slender columns which lightly supported its ceiling would part, ever so gracefully, to indicate where the bed was and to keep it separate; sometimes again that little room with the high ceiling, hollowed in the form of a pyramid out of two separate storeys, and partly walled with mahogany, in which from the first moment my mind was drugged by the unfamiliar scent of flowering grasses, convinced of the hostility of the violet curtains and of the insolent indifference of a clock that chattered on at the top of its voice as though I were not there; while a strange and pitiless mirror with square feet, which stood across one corner of the room, cleared for itself a site I had not looked to find tenanted in the quiet surroundings of my normal field of vision: that room in which my mind, forcing itself for hours on end to leave its moorings, to elongate itself upwards so as to take on the exact shape of the room, and to reach to the summit of that monstrous funnel, had passed so many anxious nights while my body lay stretched out in bed, my eyes staring upwards, my ears straining, my nostrils sniffing uneasily, and my heart beating; until custom had changed the colour of the curtains, made the clock keep quiet, brought an expression of pity to the cruel, slanting face of the glass, disguised or even completely dispelled the scent of flowering grasses, and distinctly reduced the apparent loftiness of the ceiling.
— from Swann's Way by Marcel Proust

It would take up too much space to show the various steps, through dimorphism and other means, by which the separation of the sexes in plants of various kinds is apparently now in progress; but I may add that some of the species of holly in North America are, according to Asa Gray, in an exactly intermediate condition, or, as he expresses it, are more or less dioeciously polygamous.
— from The Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection Or, the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life, 6th Edition by Charles Darwin

“But he knows it all now,” interrupted Caderousse; “they say the dead know everything.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

“And to one of those,” said the Knight, “I am now, I presume, speaking?”
— from Ivanhoe: A Romance by Walter Scott

“No, Sam, return to the kitchen: I am not in the least afraid.” Nor was I; but I was a good deal interested and excited.
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

“To mark how much coal there be,” said the Porter, “so as we'll know if anyone nicks it.
— from The Railway Children by E. (Edith) Nesbit

But no strong drink of any kind is allowed, nor is any within reach of the men.
— from North America — Volume 1 by Anthony Trollope

THE first edition of a work of this kind is almost necessarily imperfect; since the editor is commonly dependent for a great deal of the required information upon sources the very existence of which is unknown to him till reminiscences are revived, and communications invited, by the announcement or publication of the book.
— from Autobiography, Letters and Literary Remains of Mrs. Piozzi (Thrale) (2nd ed.) (2 vols.) Edited with notes and Introductory Account of her life and writings by Hester Lynch Piozzi

That the part of Serapion (though somebody or something of the kind is almost necessary) is open to some criticism, may be granted.
— from A History of the French Novel, Vol. 2 To the Close of the 19th Century by George Saintsbury

“He turned red like a cooked beet and then he switched his head like a sparrow and says: “‘Miss Kerr is a nurse in this hospital and a very trusted person.
— from The Hospital Murders by Means Davis

"Speak it, speak it," said the King; "I am now in that station where every day I must hear that which offends my ear, if I would perform the first duty of a king, and render justice to my people.
— from Agincourt: A Romance The Works of G. P. R. James, Volume XX by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

the girl laughed; "you know I am not in any way to be regarded as a young lady yet.
— from A Soldier's Daughter, and Other Stories by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty

“I know, I am not in the way,” said Flora, still in the same fearfully quiet, matter-of-fact tone.
— from The Daisy Chain, or Aspirations by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

'I know I am not in my proper sphere; such beauty as mine was never surely intended by Nature for a hedgerow.'
— from Parables from Flowers by Gertrude P. Dyer

“Yes, ma'am, that's the very name; I know it again now I hear it.”
— from Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 3 by Fanny Burney