One morning a few months later Emile enters my room and embraces me, saying, “My master, congratulate your son; he hopes soon to have the honour of being a father.
— from Emile by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

La avino demandis kun intereso "Ĉu la demandoj de la ekzamenoj estos malfacilaj?"
— from A Complete Grammar of Esperanto by Ivy Kellerman Reed

20 Da ventura a tu hijo, y echa lo en el mar —Give your son luck and then throw him into the sea.
— from Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of Them by Wood, James, Rev.

Our government, like everything else, must follow the law of its being, or die.
— from The American Occupation of the Philippines 1898-1912 by James H. (James Henderson) Blount

For days the weather had been bitter cold with a high wind blowing down on the town from Lake Erie, eighteen miles to the north, but on that night the wind had died away and a new moon made the night unusually lovely.
— from Winesburg, Ohio: A Group of Tales of Ohio Small Town Life by Sherwood Anderson

[35-1] cuarenta y cinco años; era alto y seco y más amarillo que una momia; dijérase [35-2] que su 05 piel estaba muerta hacía mucho tiempo; llegábale la frente a la nuca, gracias a una calva limpia y reluciente, cuyo brillo tenía algo de fosfórico; sus ojos, negros y apagados, hundidos en las descarnadas cuencas, se parecían a esas lagunas encerradas entre montañas, que sólo ofrecen obscuridad, vértigos y muerte
— from Novelas Cortas by Pedro Antonio de Alarcón

El hijo de Caracas pasea su primera juventud por las plazas de las ruidosas cortes de la Europa extranjera; mientras el nativo de las Misiones gasta sus tiernos años en los campamentos de los ejércitos de un pueblo desgraciado, invadido por un usurpador injusto, y que defiende su independencia a esfuerzos de [3] patriotismo y de virtud....
— from Heath's Modern Language Series: The Spanish American Reader by Ernesto Nelson

In December, 1917, the Government received the first 22 Liberty engines of the 12-cylinder type, durable and dependable, a standardized, concrete product, only seven months after the Liberty engine existed merely as an idea in the brains of two engineers.
— from America's Munitions 1917-1918 by Benedict Crowell

Were I a minister, and obliged to preach to paniers and diamonds and satins, on Sunday, I think I should have to ease my heart in some such way as this, to make my pastoral life endurable, else my office would seem to me the most hollow of all mockeries.
— from Ginger-Snaps by Fanny Fern

In a thick fog they hurled themselves in a solid body on the centre of the enemy, broke it, saw victory before them, and then, the fog lifting, found themselves flanked on both sides by the constable’s horse, and abandoned themselves to a panic that ended in the slaughter of more than half their number, including Van Artevelde himself, whose brief day of success and glory had lasted exactly eleven months.
— from Heart of Europe by Ralph Adams Cram

[Pg 225] This little episode ended, madam slipped into her nest, and all became silent, she in her place and I in mine.
— from A Bird-Lover in the West by Olive Thorne Miller

"You were not wont to shrink thus from accepting me as your companion," he said, fixing his large expressive eyes mournfully upon her, and speaking in a tone of such melancholy sweetness, that Mary hastily struggled to conceal the tear that started to her eye.
— from The Mother's Recompense, Volume 1 A Sequel to Home Influence by Grace Aguilar

" Having saved the lives as well as the reputations of the Hips family, although they would probably lose everything else, Mary was satisfied, but Molly was ready to compromise.
— from Three Little Cousins by Amy Ella Blanchard

I lay there I know not how long, expecting each moment to receive the point of a pike between the [182] shoulders.
— from In Search of Mademoiselle by George Gibbs