Thus whether she received the Reverend Saunders McNitre, the Scotch divine; or the Reverend Luke Waters, the mild Wesleyan; or the Reverend Giles Jowls, the illuminated Cobbler, who dubbed himself Reverend as Napoleon crowned himself Emperor—the household, children, tenantry of my Lady Southdown were expected to go down on their knees with her Ladyship, and say Amen to the prayers of either Doctor.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

As she read, a name caught her eye.
— from The Heath Hover Mystery by Bertram Mitford

Decades later he recalled a navigational computer he encountered while a civilian, speaking as if it were his “Rosebud,” as if he were Charles Kane thinking about the Colorado snows and the name on his childhood sled.
— from The Silicon Jungle by David H. Rothman

At any rate, as Naval Commissioner he earned the reputation of a hard-working public servant.
— from The Closet of Sir Kenelm Digby Knight Opened by Kenelm Digby

The housemaid had shown him a little closet, opening from a passage behind, where he could overhear all that passed in that room; and now Curdie heard enough to [209] understand that they had determined, in the dead of that night, rather in the deepest dark before the morning, to bring a certain company of soldiers into the palace, make away with the king, secure the princess, announce the sudden death of his majesty, read as his the will they had drawn up, and proceed to govern the country at their ease, and with results: they would at once levy severer taxes, and pick a quarrel with the most powerful o
— from The Princess and Curdie by George MacDonald

Processional ceremonies as they were observed in ancient oriental civilizations or in the culture of Greece and Rome are not considered here, except as they may have affected Christian origins.
— from The Medieval Latin Hymn by Ruth Ellis Messenger

Rob and Nelly could hardly eat their dinner: they were so eager to see the Colorado pictures and to hear all about the country.
— from Nelly's Silver Mine: A Story of Colorado Life by Helen Hunt Jackson

Joe could not reply, and Nelly closed her eyes, and whispered again to herself, as she had often done, "Seaward fast the tide is gliding, Shores in sunlight stretch away."
— from Her Benny: A Story of Street Life by Silas K. (Silas Kitto) Hocking

If Balzac got into rows with his publishers he ought to be rebuked and not commiserated, having evolved so many consistent business men from his own inside.
— from Varied Types by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

But that was a question for which he could find no reasonable answer; nor could he even guess at his assailant’s identity.
— from The Young Train Master by Burton Egbert Stevenson