I should not disclose my place of refuge even to her, in order that she and my uncle might be able, with truth, to deny all knowledge concerning it; but any communications addressed to me under cover to my brother would be certain to reach me.
— from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

Your own Imagination will say enough to you concerning the Condition of me his Wife; and I wish you would be so good as to represent to him, for he is not ill-natured, and reads you much, that the Moment I hear the Door shut after him, I throw myself upon my Bed, and drown the Child he is so fond of with my Tears, and often frighten it with my Cries; that I curse my Being; that I run to my Glass all over bathed in Sorrows, and help the Utterance of my inward Anguish by beholding the Gush of my own Calamities as my Tears fall from my Eyes.
— from The Spectator, Volume 1 Eighteenth-Century Periodical Essays by Steele, Richard, Sir

Or during my tedious sickness and first paralysis ('73) how you used to come to my solitary garret-room and make up my bed, and enliven me, and chat for an hour or so—or perhaps go out and get the medicines Dr. Drinkard had order'd for me—before you went on duty?...
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

Any one who, like ourselves, has wandered about in these solitudes contiguous to our faubourgs, which may be designated as the limbos of Paris, has seen here and there, in the most desert spot, at the most unexpected moment, behind a meagre hedge, or in the corner of a lugubrious wall, children grouped tumultuously, fetid, muddy, dusty, ragged, dishevelled, playing hide-and-seek, and crowned with corn-flowers.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

If you would learn of all these things, 'tis easy done: just mount upon my back and hold me tight lest you be lost, and so you shall come rejoicing to my house.
— from Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica by Hesiod

Look!” So saying, the little wanton with a swift movement uncovered me, but at the same time she uncovered her sister, and Clementine with a little scream veiled the charms which my eyes had devoured for a moment.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

“After this I went home, made up my bundle, and left the town.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

“Part of last week’s washin’ mounted up, me bein’ away to get you,” he explained.
— from Martin Eden by Jack London

My father gone to settle at Brampton, and myself under much business and trouble for to settle things in the estate to our content.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

He being gone I to the office, where very busy till night, that my uncle Wight and Mr. Maes came to me, and after discourse about Maes’ business to supper very merry, but my mind upon my business, and so they being gone I to my Vyall a little, which I have not done some months, I think, before, and then a little to my office, at 11 at night, and so home and to bed.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

When he arose out of his swoon Sir Gawain ran to the king, crying, "O King Arthur, mine uncle, my brothers are slain."
— from The Age of Chivalry by Thomas Bulfinch

This advice I felt was good; and thanking my kind friend with a squeeze of the hand, for I could not speak, I threw myself upon my bed, and strange enough, while such contending emotions disturbed my brain, fell asleep almost immediately.
— from Jack Hinton: The Guardsman by Charles James Lever

Then, immediately after dinner, I retired to my cabin and, throwing off the clothing that I had now worn for more than thirty hours, stretched myself upon my bunk, and slept like a log until Grace Hartley—who had left the cabin an hour or so before—knocked at my door to tell me that it was four bells and supper was ready.
— from Overdue: The Story of a Missing Ship by Harry Collingwood

280 Ev'n he who made us must be, as the maker Of things unhappy!
— from The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5 Poetry by Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron

I made up my bed and arranged the lamp in its gimbals near the head of the berth, and so took off my outer clothing and lay down to read.
— from Swept Out to Sea Or, Clint Webb Among the Whalers by W. Bert (Walter Bertram) Foster

"''Tis a long time to wait,' said I. 'I'll make up my bunk, and you may lie down a bit and rest.'
— from The Adventures of Billy Topsail by Norman Duncan

Every plunge, every turn I expected to bring me upon my brother and Teague and that fighting pack.
— from Tales of lonely trails by Zane Grey

The doubt of a man like my uncle must be a far better thing than their assurance!
— from The Flight of the Shadow by George MacDonald

This was to pile millions upon millions by any possible means.
— from The World Peril of 1910 by George Chetwynd Griffith