None of my brothers or sisters would sleep anywhere near me.
— from My Life — Volume 1 by Richard Wagner

Three minutes later, when she had left the window, knocks, not of multitude but of strength, sounded through the house, and the waiting-maid tripped up.
— from The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy

At the office betimes (it being cold all night and this morning, and a very great frost they say abroad, which is much, having had no summer at all almost), where we sat, and in the afternoon also about settling the establishment of the number of men borne on ships, &c., till the evening, and after that in my closet till late, and quite tired with business, home to supper and to bed. 29th.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

In fact it was the laugh of no one man, but of several.
— from The Laird's Luck and Other Fireside Tales by Arthur Quiller-Couch

It was a relief to learn that none of my brothers or sisters was in Boston.
— from The Thread of Flame by Basil King

[555] The 393 dancing is accompanied by chantings, clapping of hands, blowing on pipes of two or three reeds and played with the nose or mouth, beating of skin drums, and rattling of tortoise-shells filled with small pebbles.
— from The Native Races [of the Pacific states], Volume 1, Wild Tribes The Works of Hubert Howe Bancroft, Volume 1 by Hubert Howe Bancroft

And that no one might buy or sell, but he, who had the mark, the name of the wild beast, or the number of his name. ”
— from A Brief Commentary on the Apocalypse by Sylvester Bliss

But they knew nothing of melting the metals, and their arrow-heads and spear-points were made, for the most part, not of metals, but of stone.
— from The Dawn of Canadian History : A Chronicle of Aboriginal Canada by Stephen Leacock

The Swedes raise their Maj stăng or May-pole, not on May, but on St John's Eve, a change due, I suspect, to the exigencies of the climate.
— from Essays in the Study of Folk-Songs (1886) by Martinengo-Cesaresco, Evelyn Lilian Hazeldine Carrington, contessa

At last out of the nala appeared the bonga, dark, enormous and shaggy; and approached the woman: Then the woman said “Brother-in-law Ramjit there is something that you must do for me; my nephew is ill; he must die on such and such a day; that day I must see the smoke of his funeral pyre; but you must save me from the witch-finder; let the blame fall not on me but on so and so; this is what I came to urge on you; that you protect me from discovery and then we shall always be friends.”
— from Folklore of the Santal Parganas by Cecil Henry Bompas