'You know we do; you know we must.'
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens
A son had he, Maríchi styled, And Kaśyap was Maríchi's child.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki
Of stature fair, and slender frame, But firmly knit, was Malcolm Graeme.
— from The Lady of the Lake by Walter Scott
and it was so out of keeping with my appearance that everyone, including Ferfitchkin, was prostrate with laughter.
— from White Nights and Other Stories The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Moreover, Romulus's greatest achievement was the slaying of one man, the despot of Alba, whereas Skeiron, Sinis, Prokrustes, and Korynetes were merely the accompaniments and prelude to the greater actions of Theseus, and by slaying them he freed Greece from terrible scourges, before those whom he saved even knew who he was.
— from Plutarch's Lives, Volume 1 (of 4) by Plutarch
In places of this kind we must first make very wide, deep ditches; next sink foundations for a wall in the bed of the ditch and build them thick enough to support an earth-work with ease.
— from The Ten Books on Architecture by Vitruvius Pollio
"I am not yet so much changed," cried Anne, and stopped, fearing she hardly knew what misconstruction.
— from Persuasion by Jane Austen
And then comes a sense of injury: you don’t know whether Mithoo got the swag, along with the sin, or had to divide up the swag and keep all the sin himself.
— from Following the Equator: A Journey Around the World by Mark Twain
“That’s a good one,” said the youth; “I should like to know what my mother ever did for me, but give me treacle and laudanum when I was a babby to stop my tongue and fill my stomach; by the token of which, as my gal says, she stunted the growth of the prettiest figure in all Mowbray.”
— from Sybil, Or, The Two Nations by Disraeli, Benjamin, Earl of Beaconsfield
I Trainor, the druggist, a miser of chemicals, Killed while making an experiment, Lived unwedded.
— from Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters
But the king was made of more stubborn stuff than his minister.
— from History of the English People, Volume VII The Revolution, 1683-1760; Modern England, 1760-1767 by John Richard Green
Miss Betsy was in so much consternation, that she was unable to speak one word; till the young lady, who still had hold of her hand, said to her, 'You may thank Heaven, Madam, that our family happened to be in town, else I do not know what mischief might have befallen you.
— from The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless by Eliza Fowler Haywood
The hands of "New English dames" were carefully protected with embroidered kid or leather gloves (for the early New Englanders were great glove wearers) or with warm knit woollen mittens, though mittens for women's wear were always fingerless.
— from Sabbath in Puritan New England by Alice Morse Earle
But at the same time, people can hear; and you never know who may be a few feet off.
— from Diana by Susan Warner
Are you going to sleep in the kennel with me, or in the stable?”
— from Beautiful Joe: An Autobiography by Marshall Saunders
God made us all”—as he was in the habit of saying; still, house property in London—he didn't know what Mr. Roger or Mr. James would say if they could see it being sold like this—seemed to show a lack of faith; but Mr. Soames—he worried.
— from The Works of John Galsworthy An Index of the Project Gutenberg Works of Galsworthy by John Galsworthy
You knew what married life would be like, and shouldn't have entered it if you feared these contingencies.
— from Far from the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy
The moment he took his seat he began to draw off the clinging kids, while Mr. Lincoln began to draw his on.
— from The Backwoods Boy; or, The Boyhood and Manhood of Abraham Lincoln by Alger, Horatio, Jr.
The young bride looked at him gratefully, but she said, "If we can't get ice-water in Europe, I don't know what Mr. Leffers will do," and the talk threatened to pass among the ladies into a comparison of American and European customs.
— from Their Silver Wedding Journey — Volume 1 by William Dean Howells
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