"Nobody ever really knows anybody in this world of noughts and crosses," he observed lightly after a moment.
— from The Hundredth Chance by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell

Rogero was known by fame to all the Christian knights, but not even Rinaldo knew him by sight, though he had proved his prowess in combat.
— from Legends of Charlemagne by Thomas Bulfinch

Could ye not tell me somethin’ about it, now, that doesn’t depend?” “Not easily,” replied Kenneth with a laugh; “but I was going to say that if you get it invested at five per cent, that would give you an income of five hundred pounds a year.”
— from Shifting Winds: A Tough Yarn by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

As for the interior of these haciendas, they are all pretty much alike, so far as we have seen; a great stone building, which is neither farm nor country-house (according to our notions), but has a character peculiar to itself—solid enough to stand a siege, with floors of painted brick, large deal tables, wooden benches, painted chairs, and whitewashed walls; one or two painted or iron bedsteads, only put up when wanted; numberless empty rooms; kitchen and outhouses; the courtyard a great square, round which stand the house for boiling the sugar, whose furnaces blaze day and night; the house, with machinery for extracting the juice from the cane, the refining rooms, the places where it is dried, etc., all on a large scale.
— from Life in Mexico by Madame (Frances Erskine Inglis) Calderón de la Barca

Her father knew nothing of this nest-egg; no one, indeed, except Rushie, knew that she had it; not even Rushie knew its precise amount.
— from The Root of All Evil by J. S. (Joseph Smith) Fletcher

Prussia has no longer a Frederick the Great at her head, but the fat Frederick William the Second—” “But his life,” said the count, interrupting him, “I know for certain, will last but a few days, at best for a few weeks; for his disease, dropsy of the chest, you know, does not even respect kings.”
— from Louisa of Prussia and Her Times: A Historical Novel by L. (Luise) Mühlbach

There was no exact record kept of the time of his birth, although it appears to have been about the year 1780.
— from The Journal of Negro History, Volume 7, 1922 by Various

"Perhaps you might not especially regret killing the wrong man, but in the present case I am very sure I should," he went on.
— from The Honorable Senator Sage-Brush by Francis Lynde