The next day, I shall again come over at 6.30 in the morning; and needless to say we must all do the best we can for these few days; and when the work has been finished your master is sure to recompense you."
— from Hung Lou Meng, or, the Dream of the Red Chamber, a Chinese Novel, Book I by Xueqin Cao

The very nature of the case leads us to say so; you cannot fence without an {30} [Pg 160] antagonist, nor challenge all comers in disputation before you have supported a thesis; and in like manner, it stands to reason, you cannot learn to converse till you have the world to converse with; you cannot unlearn your natural bashfulness, or awkwardness, or stiffness, or other {5} besetting deformity, till you serve your time in some school of manners.
— from Selections from the Prose Writings of John Henry Cardinal Newman For the Use of Schools by John Henry Newman

That's what makes it something to remember, you know.
— from The Hall and the Grange: A Novel by Archibald Marshall

"Till we get far enough out to sea to make it safe to release you."
— from Charlie Codman's Cruise: A Story for Boys by Alger, Horatio, Jr.

There is a funny, dancing-step sort of walk, set to the tune of "Humpty-Dumpty," which seems to belong with the Whitby walking-sticks which everybody carries; you lock arms in lines across the road, and keep step to the gay chant of the dismal nursery lines, and the faster you go, especially when you are tired, the more it seems to rest you (or that's what some people think) in the long walks home.
— from Betty Leicester's Christmas by Sarah Orne Jewett

"DEAR SIR, "As I shall send away the Rose Cutter the moment I see the Rock, you will know, from her arrival, that we are in a fair way for arriving safe at Gibraltar.
— from The Life of the Right Honourable Horatio Lord Viscount Nelson, Volume 1 by James Harrison

You're to be chief mourner, I suppose, Titus— rehearsing your part, eh?" "Come, come, Jack, no joking," replied Titus; "the subject's too serious.
— from Rookwood by William Harrison Ainsworth

At one moment I seemed to recognise your husband.
— from The Monomaniac (La bête humaine) by Émile Zola

“You mean, I suppose, the reckless youth who, after running her down, had the cowardice to run away and leave her lying flat on the pavement?
— from The Eagle Cliff by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne