My lord, I came here in search of Louisa, who has been betrayed from my power.
— from The Dramatist; Or, Stop Him Who Can! A Comedy, in Five Acts by Frederick Reynolds

He says:-- "First, That there is a vast amount of work which should be done for young men in cities, and that, as the proportion of the American population living in cities had increased since the opening of this century from one twenty-fifth to one fifth, the importance is great and growing.
— from The Bay State Monthly — Volume 1, No. 4, April, 1884 by Various

It was made by the wind, I knew, for it came loudest in the gusty bits of the night and from the east, and when there was a lull I could hear it soften away and end for a second or two with a dunt, as if some heavy, soft thing struck against wood.
— from John Splendid: The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn by Neil Munro

] CATHEDRAL (YORK) CATHEDRAL (LINCOLN) {29} Bishops who came to Rome were sure to hear inculcated the advisability of a taste for letters in clergymen, hear it said often enough that such a taste would surely increase the usefulness of all churchmen.
— from The Thirteenth, Greatest of Centuries by James J. (James Joseph) Walsh

If nothing else could stir you, Stephen, at least I could have imagined some decent impulse of gratitude to me.
— from The Passionate Friends by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

"And, oh, Morgan," Natalia finally spoke, her eyes deepening with the glow of an inward light, "I can hear it still—the music of his voice," her words sank to a whisper, "it seems to me it will always be ringing in my ears—always—always."
— from The Lead of Honour by Norval Richardson

With grey in his beard and patches on his boots, and quarters in a boarding-house in Long Island City, he is still concerned with leather, but no longer prosperous.
— from The Second Class Passenger: Fifteen Stories by Perceval Gibbon

349 Bran, or Bendigeit Vran ("Bran the Blessed"), probably an old pagan title which appropriately enough denotes one who figured later in Christian hagiology, is so huge that no house or ship can hold him.
— from The Religion of the Ancient Celts by J. A. (John Arnott) MacCulloch

"Lucky I can howl," I said, "or we should both be done for without a dout.
— from The Human Boy Again by Eden Phillpotts