“Yes, I did know it,” replied Selifan, hanging his head.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

He had made two thousand leathern sacks for transporting [Pg 23] flour to Okhotsk, and gave the voivode orders to keep in readiness six hundred horses to forward other necessaries for the expedition.
— from Vitus Bering: the Discoverer of Bering Strait by Peter Lauridsen

[ii] Asal Kayangan Inilah risik Sĕmar Hitam:— Al-salam ʿaleikum, hei Jin Hitam, Jembalang Tunggal, Jin Kuning, Hei Jin Ishma 6 Allah Tunggal.
— from Malay Magic Being an introduction to the folklore and popular religion of the Malay Peninsula by Walter William Skeat

She was a new boat, with a seventeen foot keel; I remember seeing her.
— from Gairloch in North-West Ross-Shire Its Records, Traditions, Inhabitants, and Natural History, with a Guide to Gairloch and Loch Maree, and a Map and Illustrations by John H. (John Henry) Dixon

get the cramp of self-conceit till it can't turn its "Boston neck," no matter how loudly the wheel of progress is dashing past, let it migrate betimes to New York; where it will get wholesomely thumped and bumped, and its conservative corns pounced upon by the rushing crowd; who will knock its respectable shiny hat over its eyes fifty times a day, all the same as though it was not one of the "highly respectable citizens," the state of whose kitchen-chimney is gravely reported to a gaping universe, in their daily papers.
— from Folly as It Flies; Hit at by Fanny Fern by Fanny Fern

"I don't know," I replied; "she has gone with her husband on a fortnight's visit to Captain and Mrs. Wayne, and I've been silly enough to promise to have an eye to the place while they're away."
— from Helen's Babies by John Habberton

“The knave is right,” said he.
— from The Lion's Skin by Rafael Sabatini

"Yes; do you know, I really should have the ceiling painted, if I were you," she said, as if it were a new idea.
— from The Limit by Ada Leverson

She saw Barbara’s passionate, lingering kiss in return, she heard her fervent, whispered greeting, “My darling!”
— from East Lynne by Wood, Henry, Mrs.

"Well, he certainly give you a bliff there without knowing it," remarked Sam Hemingway, dryly.
— from Ann Boyd: A Novel by Will N. (Will Nathaniel) Harben