But before many weeks were over I began to despond again, fearing lest, notwithstanding all that I had enjoyed, that yet I might be deceived and destroyed at the last; for this consideration came strong into my mind, that whatever comfort and peace I thought I might have from the Word of the promise of life, yet unless there could be found in my refreshment a concurrence and agreement in the Scriptures, let me think what I will thereof, and hold it never so fast, I should find no such thing at the end; "for the Scripture cannot be broken" (John 10:35).
— from Works of John Bunyan — Volume 01 by John Bunyan

I was on the point of looking you up at Lady Torquilin's.
— from An American Girl in London by Sara Jeannette Duncan

The drowsy little place, of late years, under the patronage of the railway, had been growing into a sort of sequestered rustic suburb, or at least a rural outlet for dust-stifled townspeople during the dog days, where such as could buy a house might pick their own strawberries, or cut their melon with the dew still on it, for breakfast.
— from A Rich Man's Relatives (Vol. 2 of 3) by Robert Cleland

Can you enlighten me any as to the mystery of this head, which, though not possessed of life, yet uses its voice so naturally?"
— from Fritz to the Front, or, the Ventriloquist Scamp-Hunter by Edward L. (Edward Lytton) Wheeler

Then turning to Ralph, he said,— “What is the point of law you urge?”
— from The Shadow of a Crime: A Cumbrian Romance by Caine, Hall, Sir

I was just on the point of looking you up at the Ritz.
— from The Husbands of Edith by George Barr McCutcheon

Believe me, I do not ask it for the purpose of laying you under any obligations, or from any charitable motive, but from an earnest desire for him to remain with me.
— from The Trials of the Soldier's Wife A Tale of the Second American Revolution by Alex. St. Clair (Alexander St. Clair) Abrams

In sending forth this book on ' South London ,' the successor to my two preceding books on ' London ' and ' Westminster ,' I have to explain in this case, as before, that it is not a history, or a chronicle, or a consecutive account of the Borough and her suburbs that I offer, but, as in the other two books, chapters taken here and there from the mass of material which lies ready to hand, and especially chapters which illustrate the most important part of History, namely, the condition, the manners, the customs of the people dwelling in this place, now, like Westminster, a part of London: yet, until two or three hundred years ago, an ancient marsh kept from the overflowing tide by an Embankment, joined to the Dover road by a Causeway, settled and inhabited by two or three Houses of Religious: by half a dozen Palaces of Bishops, Abbots, and great Lords: by a colony of fishermen living on the Embankment from time immemorial, since the Embankment itself was built: and by a street of Inns and shops.
— from South London by Walter Besant