[Pg 567] Noailles, in whose presence Saint-Foix, without waiting to be questioned, said: "Monseigneur, I had not the slightest intention of offending this gallant officer who, I doubt not, is an honorable man; but your excellency can never prevent my asserting that a cup of coffee, with milk and a roll, is a confoundedly poor dinner."
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

'Nothing here but a parcel of holy-bolies,' said the Englishman aloud, and passed on amid a ripple of uneasiness; for native police mean extortion to the native all India over.
— from Kim by Rudyard Kipling

Though my taste had not preserved me from silly unmeaning books, by good fortune I was a stranger to licentious or obscene ones; not that La Tribu (who was very accommodating) had any scruple of lending these, on the contrary, to enhance their worth she spoke of them with an air of mystery; this produced an effect she had not foreseen, for both shame and disgust made me constantly refuse them.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The moment my strength returned, I attempted to rise, but he would not permit me.
— from Evelina, Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance into the World by Fanny Burney

n. pus, matter , Lcd .
— from A Concise Anglo-Saxon Dictionary For the Use of Students by J. R. Clark (John R. Clark) Hall

Moreover, there is a positive objection that may be [Pg 213] brought against all good conduct proceeding solely from religions conviction; it is not purged of self-interest, but done out of regard for reward and punishment, and hence can have no purely moral value.
— from The Basis of Morality by Arthur Schopenhauer

There are larger mills, and those constructed differently from the one thus imperfectly described, but none, perhaps, more celebrated than this anywhere on Bayou Bœuf.
— from Twelve Years a Slave Narrative of Solomon Northup, a Citizen of New-York, Kidnapped in Washington City in 1841, and Rescued in 1853, from a Cotton Plantation near the Red River in Louisiana by Solomon Northup

He is rightly called the creator of a new pianoforte music; for who before him wrote for the instrument as he did?
— from Frederic Chopin: His Life, Letters, and Works, v. 1 (of 2) by Maurycy Karasowski

When Guṇaśarman heard this speech of his, he said to him—“True, I should be happy enough to do so, but as I have been on a false charge scorched with the fire of the king’s contempt, it does not please me.
— from The Kathá Sarit Ságara; or, Ocean of the Streams of Story by active 11th century Somadeva Bhatta

“If I am your excellent friend,” he said, “why do you not procure me admission to tell my own story?
— from A Son of the Soil by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

Donna Isabel was now past middle age, being near forty years old, but she bore herself with a degree of uprightness and vigour which defied the advance of time.
— from Adventures in Southern Seas: A Tale of the Sixteenth Century by George Forbes

It was now past midnight, and
— from The Stoneground Ghost Tales Compiled from the recollections of the reverend Roland Batchel, the vicar of the parish. by E. G. (Edmund Gill) Swain

A somewhat shy and quiet manner did not prepare men for the urbanity, the tolerance, the magnanimity that lay at the back of his heart.
— from From Capetown to Ladysmith: An Unfinished Record of the South African War by G. W. (George Warrington) Steevens

I am afraid that the state of my lungs does not permit much exertion on my part.”
— from The Lady of North Star by Ottwell Binns

The only serious opponent was David Rice, a noted Presbyterian minister, but, having resigned on April 11, he was not present at the time when the slavery issue came up for final settlement.
— from The Journal of Negro History, Volume 3, 1918 by Various

Scribes quite often alter such lines so as to remove the spondaic word from coinciding with the fourth foot; an instance of this can be seen at line 7 'non potuit mea mens quin esset grata teneri', where H offers the scribal alteration esset quin .
— from The Last Poems of Ovid by Ovid