A couple of hundred years ago many acts were brave which to-day are commonplace.
— from The Boys of Grand Pré School Illustrated by James De Mille
The incidents of his youth and manhood, as recorded in “Dunlap’s History of the Arts of Design,” are among the most interesting things of the kind, and it is with reluctance that I refrain from inserting them in this place.
— from Letters from a Landscape Painter by Charles Lanman
he said, with a laugh, "the meeting is a strange one, and may reasonably surprise me; you will therefore pardon, my dear sir, that astonishment—in extreme bad taste, I grant—which I at first evidenced on hearing you address me as you did.
— from The Prairie Flower: A Tale of the Indian Border by Gustave Aimard
He never felt the three taps given with the New Testament on his head, and he rose from his knees and moved away from the scene of the crowning triumph of his youth as mechanically as though the proceedings had no more interest for him than if they had been taking place a thousand miles away.
— from The Missionary by George Chetwynd Griffith
“Yes, that’s so,” assented Donald, “but you never know what you can do till you make a try; and we’ve carried out a few jobs on our own hook, you and me, Adrian, if you stop to think.”
— from The Broncho Rider Boys on the Wyoming Trail Or, A Mystery of the Prairie Stampede by Frank Fowler
So often have you asked me about my former existence—about my mother, about Pokrovski, about my sojourn with Anna Thedorovna, about my more recent misfortunes; so often have you expressed an earnest desire to read the manuscript in which (God knows why) I have recorded certain incidents of my life, that I feel no doubt but that the sending of it will give you sincere pleasure.
— from Poor Folk by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
And I don't want to say another word, or have you ask me any questions.
— from The Home at Greylock by E. (Elizabeth) Prentiss
At the “corner” he found a couple of hundred youths and men assembled.
— from Elder Conklin by Frank Harris
He was not jealous of him, yet as much as he liked him, he was hoping that "Mother wouldn't have him round too much.
— from Shadows of Flames: A Novel by Amélie Rives
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