Certificates of birth!” exclaimed the enemies of Rozaine, “of course, Arsène Lupin will furnish you as many as you desire.
— from The Extraordinary Adventures of Arsene Lupin, Gentleman-Burglar by Maurice Leblanc

[Reads] 'Your Grace shall understand that at the receipt of your letter I am very sick; but in the instant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young doctor of Rome- his name is Balthazar.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

You must know that I like society as much as you do, and I do not feel inclined to die of solitary weariness in your house.”
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

If, after your kiss, he goes away untouched, mocking at you, do not let that be a stumbling-block to you.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Another short spell of courage and patience, my poor gentle martyr, and your deliverance will be complete.
— from Juliette Drouet's Love-Letters to Victor Hugo Edited with a Biography of Juliette Drouet by Louis Guimbaud

I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow.
— from The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare

Nobody knows as much as you do, Betteredge, about what went on in the house at that time.
— from The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

“Your monkey and your dog could talk, madam,” said he; “are you more astonished at us than at them?”
— from The Blue Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

'I am glad, that my lord the Count is come to live at the chateau, ma'amselle,' continued Dorothee, 'for it has been many a year deserted, and dreary enough; now, the place will look a little as it used to do, when my poor lady was alive.'
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

I do not say hopeless," he continued, "at all to disparage you efforts; but----" "My dear Sir," replied the Count, "act as bluntly by me as you did in the Bastille, call the struggle hopeless if you will.
— from The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

O, I appreciate your motives, and your delicacy, and all your efforts to shield and spare me—never fancy that I did not, I have made more trouble than I am worth.
— from A Pessimist in Theory and Practice by Frederic Mayer Bird

“Would you have any objection to tell me all you do?”
— from Wild Wales: The People, Language, & Scenery by George Borrow

"Don't go back into assembly room with a face betraying as much as yours does," whispered Captain Jarvis, over his shoulder.
— from The High School Captain of the Team; or, Dick & Co. Leading the Athletic Vanguard by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock

The pathos of long neglect lay upon the scene; for here were evidences of gardens and bowery aisles in other times, and now, for many a year, desolation and the slow return of the wilderness.
— from A Chance Acquaintance by William Dean Howells

Perhaps I might as well begin by speaking of motives, as you did.
— from Seth's Brother's Wife: A Study of Life in the Greater New York by Harold Frederic

It was this storm into whose face our late friend Captain Turner took his ship, the Speedwell , sailing from Hong Kong for New York some four months ago' "'You don't mean that Turner has lost her?'
— from Under Sail by Lincoln Colcord

Everything must depend on the exact local conditions and on the means at your disposal.
— from A General's Letters to His Son on Minor Tactics by Anonymous

that if he does not forthwith return the same his name shall be made public.” An Irishman who accidentally came across another Irishman who had failed to meet him after a challenge addressed him in these words: “Well, sir, I met you this morning and you did not turn up; however I am determined to meet you to-morrow morning, whether you come or not.”
— from The Wild Irishman by T. W. H. (Thomas William Hodgson) Crosland

I only wish I could pay for it as Mrs. Lennox does; but I haven't any money, and you don't need the sort of things I can make,” she added, shaking her head, as she thought over knit slippers, wall-pockets, and crochet in all its forms, as offerings to her departing friend.
— from Jack and Jill by Louisa May Alcott