[78-9] en castellano, que es la (p79) lengua más clara del mundo; pero el diablo me lleve si esta escritura no es de moros.
— from Novelas Cortas by Pedro Antonio de Alarcón

H2 anchor CHAPTER III Most complacently did Mrs. Munt rehearse her mission.
— from Howards End by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

Everything that a good and respectable mother could do Mrs. Bute did.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

This M. Mussard, having learned my situation at the Count de Gauvon’s, came to see me, with another Genevese, named Bacle, who had been my comrade during my apprenticeship.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

I saw many brave men cut down, many fall mortally wounded from their saddles.
— from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

In a whisper Mr Cunningham drew Mr Kernan’s attention to Mr Harford, the moneylender, who sat some distance off, and to Mr Fanning, the registration agent and mayor maker of the city, who was sitting immediately under the pulpit beside one of the newly elected councillors of the ward.
— from Dubliners by James Joyce

We like only such actions as have long already had the praise of men, and do not perceive that anything man can do may be divinely done.
— from Dictionary of Quotations from Ancient and Modern, English and Foreign Sources Including Phrases, Mottoes, Maxims, Proverbs, Definitions, Aphorisms, and Sayings of Wise Men, in Their Bearing on Life, Literature, Speculation, Science, Art, Religion, and Morals, Especially in the Modern Aspects of Them by Wood, James, Rev.

What lady has rejected you, or what evidence have you found to prove that the lady Dulcinea del Toboso has been trifling with Moor or Christian?” “There is the point,” replied Don Quixote, “and that is the beauty of this business of mine; no thanks to a knight-errant for going mad when he has cause; the thing is to turn crazy without any provocation, and let my lady know, if I do this in the dry, what I would do in the moist; moreover I have abundant cause in the long separation I have endured from my lady till death, Dulcinea del Toboso; for as thou didst hear that shepherd Ambrosio say the other day, in absence all ills are felt and feared; and so, friend Sancho, waste no time in advising me against so rare, so happy, and so unheard-of an imitation; mad I am, and mad I must be until thou returnest with the answer to a letter that I mean to send by thee to my lady Dulcinea; and if it be such as my constancy deserves, my insanity and penance will come to an end; and if it be to the opposite effect, I shall become mad in earnest, and, being so, I shall suffer no more; thus in whatever way she may answer I shall escape from the struggle and affliction in which thou wilt leave me, enjoying in my senses
— from The History of Don Quixote, Volume 1, Complete by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

It was at this rallying of the forces and renewing of the attack that Mr. Channing declared Miss Anthony to be "the Napoleon of the movement," a title so appropriate that it has clung to her to the present day.
— from The Life and Work of Susan B. Anthony (Volume 1 of 2) Including Public Addresses, Her Own Letters and Many From Her Contemporaries During Fifty Years by Ida Husted Harper

And the farmers have availed themselves of this variation to refuse the diminution of duty on the oils of the vache marine, chien de mer, esturgeon, and other fish.
— from The Writings of Thomas Jefferson, Vol. 9 (of 9) Being His Autobiography, Correspondence, Reports, Messages, Addresses, and Other Writings, Official and Private by Thomas Jefferson

Le café était assez mal composé: des marchands, quelques sous-officiers, de petites gens enfin.
— from My Memoirs, Vol. VI, 1832 to 1833 by Alexandre Dumas

The mail coach dropped me at Besancon, where, in three days’ time, I chose a little set of rooms looking out over some gardens.
— from Albert Savarus by Honoré de Balzac

What profits me tho’ I sud be The lord o’ yonder castle gay; Hev rooms in state ta imitate The princely splendour of the day, Fer what are all mi carved doors, Mi shandeliers or carpet floors, No art cud save me from the grave.
— from Random Rhymes and Rambles by Bill o'th' Hoylus End

My companions denounced me to the authorities, though they thought it was a good joke when they saw me do it.
— from Notre Coeur; or, A Woman's Pastime: A Novel by Guy de Maupassant

Domhnull M'Eaine Roy Vic Choinnich , should be Domhnull Mac Iain Ruadh Mhic Choinnich (donald mak eean ruar vick kuinyoch), Donald son of John Roy (red John) son of Kenneth.
— from Gairloch in North-West Ross-Shire Its Records, Traditions, Inhabitants, and Natural History, with a Guide to Gairloch and Loch Maree, and a Map and Illustrations by John H. (John Henry) Dixon

Mademoiselle Constance de Montmorenci!
— from Lippincott's Magazine, December, 1885 by Various

"God of the starving," burst from her quivering lips, "let not my children die!" Many prayers more ornate rose that day to Him whose ears are open to all cries.
— from How John Norton the Trapper Kept His Christmas by W. H. H. (William Henry Harrison) Murray

"The King was wroth; and first to strive against my pardon was Harold my brother, who now alone in my penitence stands by my side: he strove manfully and openly; I blamed him not: but Beorn, my cousin, desired my earldom; and he strove against me, wilily and in secret,—to my face kind, behind my back despiteful.
— from Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 03 by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron