It's mighty unpleasant to have one of these chaps accuse me of lacking nerve.
— from Frank Merriwell's Son; Or, A Chip Off the Old Block by Burt L. Standish
Yet was she at that moment, unknown to herself, one of the great company scattered through earth who are priests unto God,—ministering between the Divine One, who has unveiled himself unto them, and those who as yet stand in the outer courts of the great sanctuary of truth and holiness.
— from The Minister's Wooing by Harriet Beecher Stowe
And with these words Mr. Underhill took himself out of the house.
— from Hills of the Shatemuc by Susan Warner
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