Certainly one part of the symptoms might be accounted for from the time of year (August), for though the summer was not a hot one, yet in any case the sum of all the heat funded (if one may say so) during the previous months, added to the existing heat of that month, naturally renders August in its better half the hottest part of the year; and it so happened that—the excessive perspiration which even at Christmas attends any great reduction in the daily quantum of opium—and which in July was so violent as to oblige me to use a bath five or six times a day—had about the setting-in of the hottest season wholly retired, on which account any bad effect of the heat might be the more unmitigated.
— from Confessions of an English Opium-Eater by Thomas De Quincey

One rule observed in their council is, never to debate a thing on the same day in which it is first proposed; for that is always referred to the next meeting, that so men may not rashly and in the heat of discourse engage themselves too soon, which might bias them so much that, instead of consulting the good of the public, they might rather study to support their first opinions, and by a perverse and preposterous sort of shame hazard their country rather than endanger their own reputation, or venture the being suspected to have wanted foresight in the expedients that they at first proposed; and therefore, to prevent this, they take care that they may rather be deliberate than sudden in their motions.
— from Utopia by More, Thomas, Saint

“I’m only saying what everyone’s saying.” Vronsky made no reply, and saying a few words to Princess Sorokina, he went away.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

[Pg 195] B.C. 234 ( a.u. 520) The following year the Romans divided their forces into three parts in order that all the rebels, finding war waged upon them at once, might not render assistance to one another; and they sent Postumius Albinus into Liguria, Spurius Carvilius against the Corsicans, and Publius Cornelius, the prætor urbanus, into Sardinia.
— from Dio's Rome, Volume 1 (of 6) An Historical Narrative Originally Composed in Greek during the Reigns of Septimius Severus, Geta and Caracalla, Macrinus, Elagabalus and Alexander Severus: and Now Presented in English Form by Cassius Dio Cocceianus

We must not regard as the determining grounds of our judgement the concepts of the purposes which all our limbs serve, and we must not allow this coincidence to influence our aesthetical judgement (for then it would no longer be pure); although it is certainly a necessary condition of aesthetical satisfaction that there should be no conflict between them.
— from Kant's Critique of Judgement by Immanuel Kant

That is to say, through the outlying streets and alleys of the town there was clattering a vehicle to which it would be difficult precisely to assign a name, seeing that, though it was of a species peculiar to itself, it most nearly resembled a large, rickety water melon on wheels.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

"You must not run away, Mazie Wetherell," he said; "you used to treat me better than that when you were a little girl."
— from The Gay Cockade by Temple Bailey

(3) Professional knowledge of the media of information, or of at [Pg 101] least one of them (book-publishing, magazines, newspapers, radio, advertising in its various branches), or of some closely related field (practical political canvassing, visual or adult education, etc.).
— from Psychological Warfare by Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger

The chiefs requested him to give them his counsel; but he made no reply, and was carried back to the dwelling house; but when near midnight—ten o’clock, perhaps—he was carried again to the place to eat; but, as before, he merely tasted of what was presented to him.
— from Roughing It by Mark Twain

With a low moan Nell retreated and sank weak and trembling on the miserable cot, and for the next few minutes gave free rein to her alarm in tears.
— from Dyke Darrel the Railroad Detective; Or, The Crime of the Midnight Express by A. Frank Pinkerton

I. You have seen me hitherto a poor man and oppressed me; you see me now rich and powerful, and well prepared to punish your villany; and thus, in every instance, may oppression recoil on the oppressor.
— from The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor Vol I, No. 2, February 1810 by Samuel James Arnold

Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works on, like the dyer's hand.
— from Obiter Dicta by Augustine Birrell

Alison, whose path in life was always smooth, would perhaps scarcely understand the situation, and it might not reflect altogether to her own credit.
— from A Pair of Schoolgirls: A Story of School Days by Angela Brazil

Empty made no reply as he sat down upon the ground by his mother's side.
— from The Unknown Wrestler by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody

And, Cecilia, when I tell you that I have trusted to a man, to whom from childhood you have looked up with deep reverence, without suspecting that you owed him the respect so freely paid--and this man approves of my plan and resolution, and will himself do all in his power that the plan may not remain a plan, that the resolution may be executed--and this man will assure you of the fact with his own lips--Cecilia, I will bring this old man, your ancestor, to you, and when kneeling before him with his hand resting upon your head, the past, which seems as brazen and immutable as fate, reels and totters, you will perhaps believe that the present is not unalterably fixed for those who live and love!"
— from What the Swallow Sang: A Novel by Friedrich Spielhagen

I know it is common with the lovers of nature to undervalue art; but for all that, there are exceedingly few scenes in nature (except those of pre-eminent wildness and sublimity) where the genius of man, and his perception of beauty, may not remove and supply some things with advantage.
— from Records of Later Life by Fanny Kemble

To this I made no reply, as behoves a man dealing with cross and fractious people; and presently he became better-tempered, and sent little Ruth for a bottle of wine.
— from Lorna Doone: A Romance of Exmoor by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore