But it would be unjust not to tell, that she never uttered a word in depreciation of Dorothea, keeping in religious remembrance the generosity which had come to her aid in the sharpest crisis of her life.
— from Middlemarch by George Eliot

Violent as he had seemed in his despair, he, in truth, loved me far too well and too tenderly to constitute himself my tyrant: he would have given me half his fortune, without demanding so much as a kiss in return, rather than I should have flung myself friendless on the wide world.
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

"And haven't you noticed how the lines, crossing and recrossing one another, seem to be alive, seem to be trying to draw the train to run upon them, to deviate it from its course, until you almost wonder whether the train will be able to keep its right road?
— from The Master Detective: Being Some Further Investigations of Christopher Quarles by Percy James Brebner

The coat of arms of the company represented a clock surmounted by a crown, the feet resting upon the backs of four lions, all of gold, upon a black ground; on either side were the figures of Father Time and of a king in royal robes; and the motto beneath read: Tempus Imperator Rerum , or "Time, the Emperor of Things."
— from Time Telling through the Ages by Harry Chase Brearley

As on the second strip the king is represented receiving the tribute of Israel; so on this strip also we see the leader of those who pay tribute prostrate on the ground before him; behind the leader are led a horse and two camels with double humps; then follow people carrying staves and kettles.
— from The History of Antiquity, Vol. 2 (of 6) by Max Duncker

friendship,—but now she knew its real, royal name.
— from The Incomplete Amorist by E. (Edith) Nesbit

"I heed not who knows it," replied Roydon, at once.
— from Agincourt: A Romance The Works of G. P. R. James, Volume XX by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

Lord Montacute scarce knew if regret, relief, or admiration were the feeling uppermost in his mind, as the youth he believed so worthy of his fair daughter, and perhaps not entirely indifferent to her dawning charms, thus frankly withdrew his claim upon her hand.
— from The Lord of Dynevor: A Tale of the Times of Edward the First by Evelyn Everett-Green

Taking off my hat I knelt down and kissed its root, repeating lines from Gruffydd Gryg, with which I blended some of my own in order to accommodate what I said to present circumstances:— “O tree of yew, which here I spy, By Ystrad Flur’s blest monast’ry, Beneath thee lies, by cold Death bound, The tongue for sweetness once renown’d.
— from Wild Wales: Its People, Language and Scenery by George Borrow

"All right, old fellow, I know it," returns Ringwood.
— from The Haunted Chamber: A Novel by Duchess

"Nothing of the kind," I retorted rashly.
— from The King of Schnorrers: Grotesques and Fantasies by Israel Zangwill