"Now I must beg you not to say that again," said Big Claus; "for if you do, I shall hit your horse on the head, so that he will drop dead on the spot, and there will be an end of him.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

You address nothing in my breast, you touch nothing there.
— from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Thaddeus, taking his gifts, kissed her hand, and said: “Panna Sophia, now I must bid you good-bye!
— from Pan Tadeusz Or, the Last Foray in Lithuania; a Story of Life Among Polish Gentlefolk in the Years 1811 and 1812 by Adam Mickiewicz

Yet now I must believe you,” cried Jane.
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

And now I must beg you not to suppose that I am alluding to Pausanias and Agathon (compare Protag.), for my words refer to all mankind everywhere.
— from Symposium by Plato

Yet now I must believe you," cried Jane.
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

“No, indeed, Mr. Bertram, you must excuse me.
— from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

"No, indeed, Mr. Bott; you were one of those who preached a sermon against my dissipation in the morning, and I'm not going to allow you to join it, now the time for its enjoyment has come."
— from Can You Forgive Her? by Anthony Trollope

If you had not intimated this penitence to me I could not speak with such assurance, but now I may bid you welcome as a worthy guest, whose soul is clad in white garments, to God's table."
— from The Undying Past by Hermann Sudermann

But to show her to you naked, I must bid you sound the well, the pit, from which she will rise.
— from The Works of Honoré de Balzac: About Catherine de' Medici, Seraphita, and Other Stories by Honoré de Balzac

And now I must bid you good-night, my dearest husband, praying that you may be the beloved of the Lord and rest in safety by Him.
— from The Life and Letters of Elizabeth Prentiss by George Lewis Prentiss

And now I must bid you good-bye!
— from Rhymes of a Rolling Stone by Robert W. (Robert William) Service

And now I must bid you farewell."
— from The Sloths of Kruvny by Vern Fearing

Nothing is mean, but you have made it miraculous; nothing is loathsome, nothing ludicrous, but you have converted it to loveliness, that even this shadow of a mockery myself, cast by your light, gives me the dear assurance I am a man.
— from The Scarecrow; or The Glass of Truth: A Tragedy of the Ludicrous by Percy MacKaye