At last, “My Lord” said she, sarcastically, “have you been so good as to help Miss Anville to look for my books?”
— from Evelina, Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance into the World by Fanny Burney

Yes, Ráma, when I hear that thou Hast bound thee by thy father's vow, Then, not till then, my lips shall speak, Nor will he tell what boon I seek.”
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

Vy, I haf never took a case in my life so sheap as dot.
— from The Jungle by Upton Sinclair

Mrs. Lynde says she always feels shocked when she hears of anyone ever having been naughty, no matter how small they were.
— from Anne of Green Gables by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

"Lay thy head on my lap," said she, "and sleep; when thou awakest, thy work will be done."
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

These rocky heights made a vast enclosure, circular in form, in the centre of which a meadow lay softly stretched, like the lawn of an English garden.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by Honoré de Balzac

“My lord,” says she, “I intreat you to desist from a vain pursuit; for, upon my honour, I will never hear you on this subject.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

"If you are referring to Mr. Logan, sir," Sims replied politely, "he is gone.
— from Winnie Childs, the Shop Girl by A. M. (Alice Muriel) Williamson

It will be only fair to exempt from this censure two American naval officers, Paymaster Wilcox and Mr. L. S. Sargent, who travelled in North Luzon and drew up a report of what they saw.
— from The Inhabitants of the Philippines by Frederic H. Sawyer

A moment later, Salt sauntered across the street from the Western Union office.
— from Swamp Island by Mildred A. (Mildred Augustine) Wirt

I recalled it all now, as I sat there in the silence, pretending to work, how we watched them embark in their canoes and disappear, the Indian paddlers bending to their task, and Monsieur la Salle, standing, bareheaded as he waved farewell.
— from Beyond the Frontier: A Romance of Early Days in the Middle West by Randall Parrish

“Of course you can't, Miss Lennox,” she said.
— from The Portion of Labor by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman

Marguerite had hardly made a sign to someone in the passage when a young girl, light as a deer and fresh as a rose, sprang into the little room where Touquet was waiting, and ran toward him with the most lovely smile, saying to him,— "Good-morning, my good friend!"
— from The Barber of Paris by Paul de Kock