As you well remarked this very morning, ‘There are some chaps who are no good for anything but books’; I plead guilty to being such a chap, and will not inflict myself on you.”
— from A Room with a View by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

It’s lucky for you, my man, that nothing is missing, or you would find yourself in Queer Street.
— from The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

The new society at last, proportionate to Nature, In man of you, more than your mountain peaks or stalwart trees imperial, In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air.
— from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman

"Tell me plainly, Mrs. Michelson, did you think she looked fit to travel?" "Not in my opinion, your ladyship.
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

Nevertheless I must obey your orders.”
— from The Kathá Sarit Ságara; or, Ocean of the Streams of Story by active 11th century Somadeva Bhatta

“Rosalie did not inform me of your arrival.”
— from The Shuttle by Frances Hodgson Burnett

It now and then, while on wing, produces a clicking sound with its mandibles, but more frequently when perched near its mate or young.
— from Ornithological Biography, Volume 1 (of 5) An Account of the Habits of the Birds of the United States of America by John James Audubon

Why did you not inform me of your presence in the Sound on your arrival at Steilacoom?
— from The Life of Isaac Ingalls Stevens, Volume 2 (of 2) by Hazard Stevens

If I did not, I should not interest myself on your behalf.
— from Behind the Throne by William Le Queux

It's lucky for you, my man, that nothing is missing, or you would find yourself in Queer Street.
— from The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

"If your steamers are in that neighbourhood, you will be able to leave word perhaps at Kavalli, or in its neighbourhood, informing me of your whereabouts.
— from In Darkest Africa, Vol. 1; or, The Quest, Rescue, and Retreat of Emin, Governor of Equatoria by Henry M. (Henry Morton) Stanley

He paused and then proceeded: 'I do not intrude myself on your confidence, Mr. Waverley, for the purpose of learning any circumstances the knowledge of which can be prejudicial either to yourself or to others; but I own my earnest wish is that you would intrust me with any particulars which could lead to your exculpation.
— from Waverley; Or, 'Tis Sixty Years Since — Volume 1 by Walter Scott