"It is as if nobody thought of me, and yet I managed the match.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

I make so many calculations how much a year I must have when I marry, and what is the least I can manage to do with, that I am beginning to get wrinkles over my nose.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

you make me too rich, and too mody; and yet I must be a beggar before my time for I shall want often to be scribbling, (little thinking it would be my only employment so soon,) and I will beg you, sir, to favour me with some paper; and, as soon as I get home, I will write you a letter, to thank you for all your kindness to me; and a letter to good Mrs. Jervis too.
— from Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson

“I'm a roughish fellow, altogether; I don't know, now I come to think on't, what there is much for a woman to like about me; and yet I might ha' got another wife easy enough, if I hadn't set my heart on her.
— from Adam Bede by George Eliot

Both have sounded, have flown, passed away, are no more; and yet I measure, and confidently answer (so far as is presumed on a practised sense) that as to space of time this syllable is but single, that double.
— from The Confessions of St. Augustine by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

But just consider if I might not more properly say, leaving the evils of life; only there is no reason for my now occupying myself in bewailing the life of man, and yet I might, with very good reason.
— from Cicero's Tusculan Disputations Also, Treatises On The Nature Of The Gods, And On The Commonwealth by Marcus Tullius Cicero

so either it was one of those night women if it was down there he was really and the hotel story he made up a pack of lies to hide it planning it Hynes kept me who did I meet ah yes I met do you remember Menton and who else who let me see that big babbyface I saw him and he not long married flirting with a young girl at Pooles Myriorama and turned my back on him when he slinked out looking quite conscious what harm
— from Ulysses by James Joyce

The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou wouldst not entomb thyself alive And case thy reputation in thy tent, Whose glorious deeds but in these fields of late Made emulous missions ’mongst the gods themselves, And drave great Mars to faction.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

But what would you say if there were something that is no business of mine and yet is my nightmare?”
— from The Innocence of Father Brown by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

"With such a man as you in my house I have no fears for its stability; but why this appearance of poverty?
— from Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, v. 1 of 3 or the Central and Western Rajput States of India by James Tod

The hour of my death draweth fast on, and my case being such, the tender love I owe you forceth me with a few words, to put you in remembrance of the health and safeguard of your soul, which you ought to prefer before all worldly matters, and before the care and tendering of your own body, for which you have cast me into many miseries and yourself into many cares.
— from The Girls' Book of Famous Queens by Lydia Hoyt Farmer

When I have told you all, you will still desire to know more; and yet I myself do not know what the extraordinary words of that man meant.
— from The Thirteen by Honoré de Balzac

With this view, if you should have credible information of the assembling of bodies of troops to march against you, it may become necessary to destroy the fort at Sandusky, and the road which runs through it from Cleveland to the foot of the rapids: the road from the river Raisin to Detroit is perhaps in too bad a state to offer any aid to the approach of an enemy, except in the winter; and if a winter campaign should be contemplated against you, it is probable that magazines would be formed in Cleveland and its vicinity, of all which you will of course inform yourself.
— from The Life and Correspondence of Sir Isaac Brock, K.B. Interspersed with notices of the celebrated Indian chief, Tecumseh, and comprising brief memoirs of Daniel De Lisle Brock, Esq., Lieutenant E.W. Tupper, R.N., and Colonel W. De Vic Tupper by Brock, Isaac, Sir

Time rolled by unheeded in these meditations; she was quite unconscious that nearly half an hour had elapsed since Lady Gertrude had left her; scarcely did it appear five minutes, and yet it must have been more, for it was the voice of St. Eval himself that roused her, that addressed her as his own bride.
— from The Mother's Recompense, Volume 1 A Sequel to Home Influence by Grace Aguilar

I do not pretend to any virtue in the matter and yet I must admit to some feelings of compunction about Mrs. Dillingham.
— from The Confessions of Artemas Quibble Being the Ingenuous and Unvarnished History of Artemas Quibble, Esquire, One-Time Practitioner in the New York Criminal Courts, Together with an Account of the Divers Wiles, Tricks, Sophistries, Technicalities, and Sundry Artifices of Himself and Others of the Fraternity, Commonly Yclept "Shysters" or "Shyster Lawyers" by Arthur Cheney Train

I feel I have chosen right, Monsieur, and yet I must trust you to never cause me to regret that I am the wife of Monsieur Cassion.”
— from Beyond the Frontier: A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West by Randall Parrish

Granted that there is an hour that is half after six, granted that does that mean that there is any use in being willing to have no other meeting, and yet it must mean something and almost anything is that
— from Geography and Plays by Gertrude Stein