So from hence to White Hall, and in the streete Sir G. Carteret showed me a gentleman coming by in his coach, who hath been sent for up out of Lincolneshire, I think he says he is a justice of peace there, that the Council have laid by the heels here, and here lies in a messenger’s hands, for saying that a man and his wife are but one person, and so ought to pay but 12d. — from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys
our own language is too honest
I should hate it, if it were only that it is a Frenchman's vice, and feel a pride in avoiding it, because our own language is too honest to have a word to express it by. — from Biographia Literaria by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
or of literature if they had
What, I wonder, would become of history, of ethics, of science itself or of literature, if they had to be truly German, truly Russian or Italian, truly Spanish or English, as soon as they had crossed the Rhine, the Alps or the Channel? — from On Love by Stendhal
only other lady in the house
“The only other lady in the house is Miss Verinder,” answered my mistress, with a look of surprise. — from The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins
of other lodgers in the house
So I led him to Ashted Church (by the place where Peter, my cozen’s man, went blindfold and found a certain place we chose for him upon a wager), where we had a dull Doctor, one Downe, worse than I think even parson King was, of whom we made so much scorn, and after sermon home, and staid while our dinner, a couple of large chickens, were dressed, and a good mess of cream, which anon we had with good content, and after dinner (we taking no notice of other lodgers in the house, though there was one that I knew, and knew and spoke to me, one Mr. Rider, a merchant), he and I to walk, and I led him to the pretty little wood behind my cozens house, into which we got at last by clambering, and our little dog with us, but when we were among the hazel trees and bushes, Lord! — from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys
The Queen, in the Leaves from the Journal of Our Life in the Highlands , says, 'From the road in the wood we walked up to the Falls of the Garbhalt , which are beautiful. — from Scottish Loch Scenery by Thomas Allan Croal
The work published in 1868, on the other hand, “Leaves from the Journal of Our Life in the Highlands,” is entirely, save a brief editorial introduction, from the Queen’s pen. — from The Public Life of Queen Victoria by John McGilchrist
only other light in the house
Albert crossed his arms upon his breast, and waited more than an hour without the least interruption, and then, just as the only other light in the house, besides the one which he pleased himself by fancying burned in Ada’s chamber, was put out, and the entrance to the deep doorway in which he was became darkened by a human form, and Sir Francis Hartleton’s spy stood for a moment or two muttering to himself, without observing Seyton, who drew back silently, resolved to wait a few moments — from Ada, the Betrayed; Or, The Murder at the Old Smithy. A Romance of Passion by James Malcolm Rymer
[62] There are species of that versatile genus Osmia ( O. leucomelana ), in the habit of burrowing into dead bramble branches. — from Insect Architecture by James Rennie
of our Life in the Highlands
Noble, the collie, will be remembered as long as "Leaves from the Journal of our Life in the Highlands" is read; and I can myself recall the excitement which fluttered the highest circles when a black [288] terrier, called, I think, Sharp, killed a rat which had climbed up the ivy into the window of the Queen's sitting-room at Windsor. — from Seeing and Hearing by George William Erskine Russell
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