She was more like a mother to me, than a mistress, and I shall ever look back to the time I spent with her, as a bright spot in the otherwise barren desert of my life.
— from Life in the Grey Nunnery at Montreal An Authentic Narrative of the Horrors, Mysteries, and Cruelties of Convent Life by Sarah J. Richardson

"I love him as much as I shall ever love any one else," I answered.
— from A Romantic Young Lady by Robert Grant

This makes a very cheerful and pleasant light, but is most exasperating to a hungry man, as it smells exactly like frying meat.
— from Schwatka's Search: Sledging in the Arctic in Quest of the Franklin Records by William H. (William Henry) Gilder

"I mind when I had it," said Peter, "I came to a camp of French half-breeds on Musquasepi, and I saw Eva Lajeunesse for the first time.
— from The Fur Bringers: A Story of the Canadian Northwest by Hulbert Footner

This makes a cheerful and pleasant light, but is most exasperating to a hungry man as it smells exactly like frying meat.
— from Historic Adventures: Tales from American History by Rupert Sargent Holland

Mahomet of Alata was a very grave, composed man; “I do declare, says he, Ali is become mad: Does anybody know what he says or means?”—“That I do, said I, and will tell you bye-and-bye; he is an old acquaintance of mine, and is speaking English; let us make a hasty meal, however, with any thing you have to give us.”
— from Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, Volume 3 (of 5) In the years 1768, 1769, 1770, 1771, 1772 and 1773 by James Bruce

Love me as I shall ever love you.
— from The Love Affairs of Great Musicians, Volume 1 by Rupert Hughes

“She has retold these Indian myths of the beginnings of things in a spirited manner and in simple enough language for the little ones, yet without the condescending ‘talking down’ to which children instinctively object.”
— from The Book Review Digest, Volume 13, 1917 Thirteenth Annual Cumulation Reviews of 1917 Books by Various

The bow and arrows I made but little progress in archery, which was a great source of mortification to me, although I spent every leisure hour I could spare after obtaining food, in practice.
— from The Emigrant's Lost Son; or, Life Alone in the Forest by Anonymous