"Fellow-soldiers, fellow-exiles," began Endicott, speaking under strong excitement, yet powerfully restraining it, "wherefore did ye leave your native country?
— from Twice Told Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Look you now, Company's pleasant, and there were a thou— Good Lord!
— from Poems by Victor Hugo

If cattle have got their proper load, you never can persuade a woman that they’ll not bear something more.
— from The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens

“‘Look ye, now,’ cried the Lakeman, flinging out his arm towards him, ‘there are a few of us here (and I am one of them) who have shipped for the cruise, d’ye see; now as you well know, sir, we can claim our discharge as soon as the anchor is down; so we don’t want a row; it’s not our interest; we want to be peaceable; we are ready to work, but we won’t be flogged.’
— from Moby Dick; Or, The Whale by Herman Melville

His catching and detaining Typhon in the net receives a similar explanation; for whatever vast and unusual swells, which the word typhon signifies, may sometimes be raised in nature, as in the sea, the clouds, the earth, or the like, yet nature catches, entangles, and holds all such outrages and insurrections in her inextricable net, wove, as it were, of adamant.
— from Bacon's Essays, and Wisdom of the Ancients by Francis Bacon

When these things shall have been provided by you, let your Next care be to roast well the beans with flames, and to grind them when roasted.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

' We went and looked at the church, and having gone into it and walked up to the altar, Johnson, whose piety was constant and fervent, sent me to my knees, saying, 'Now that you are going to leave your native country, recommend yourself to the protection of your CREATOR and REDEEMER.'
— from Boswell's Life of Johnson Abridged and edited, with an introduction by Charles Grosvenor Osgood by James Boswell

The matters which are now in question are generally called customs rather than laws; and we have already made the reflection that, though they are not, properly speaking, laws, yet neither can they be neglected.
— from Laws by Plato

And oh, my darlings, I hope you will like your new clothes!
— from The Automobile Girls at Newport; Or, Watching the Summer Parade by Laura Dent Crane

Though innocent of wrong; Forever beauty’s lover, Yet never constant long.
— from The Snowflake, and Other Poems by Arthur Weir

If that plant were destroyed, civilization would be left gasping, helpless and crippled; and of late years, not content with making it serviceable in every department of practical life, men have brought the shrub into the domain of aesthetics by using it for decorative purposes.
— from The Philistines by Arlo Bates

“You bed my life you no comes making der funs by me, py chiminy, black feller!”
— from The Boy Inventors' Electric Hydroaeroplane by Richard Bonner

“ Of course I know I aint pretty like you, nor can’t hold my head proud and step high as you always did, even when you was little, but I can feel, and perhaps that’s something.
— from Marcia Schuyler by Grace Livingston Hill

The lake of last year nearly choked up; about 100 acres of rafts having completely destroyed it.
— from Ismailia by Baker, Samuel White, Sir

During practice he warmed up by pitching to the Mannig catcher, a long, lanky youth, named Conly, and it soon became evident that they were going to work together very well.
— from Four Afoot: Being the Adventures of the Big Four on the Highway by Ralph Henry Barbour

"Nay, George," says I, "I shall not oblige you to it, for I am not willing to lose you neither: come, then," says I, "let us put it all together, and see what it will come to."
— from Memoirs of a Cavalier A Military Journal of the Wars in Germany, and the Wars in England. From the Year 1632 to the Year 1648. by Daniel Defoe

she added, affecting a little yawn; "nobody can see me then . . .
— from The Bronze Eagle: A Story of the Hundred Days by Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness

And listen, if my confinement comes on me and I worried as I was last year, nothing can save me.
— from Three Plays: The Fiddler's House, The Land, Thomas Muskerry by Padraic Colum