soothly in thy house, that is to say, in thy soul, that if thou hadst lost all thy reason of thy soule, by its first sinne, thou shouldst never have found him again; but he left thee thy reason, and so he is still in thy soule, and never is quite lost out of it.
— from Revelations of Divine Love by of Norwich Julian

[Pg 191] income, and that he seems also to have had considerable trouble about obtaining his rents and securing his invested savings, we may say that his so-called “avarice” was not inconsistent with unusual munificence.
— from Swift by Leslie Stephen

“I have a good notion to take a shot at one of the tires with my revolver and scare him into stopping.”
— from The Motor Boys Across the Plains; or, The Hermit of Lost Lake by Clarence Young

The sight fulfilled the same purpose as an orchestra in a London restaurant, and silence had its setting.
— from The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf

Just before starting he called Ratan, and said: ‘Here is something for you; I hope it will keep you for some little time.’
— from Mashi, and Other Stories by Rabindranath Tagore

She turned from it with deep repugnance, and seated herself in silence at the table.
— from Put Yourself in His Place by Charles Reade

When Râvana abducted Sîtâ he is said to have kept her on this hill for some time, and her palanquin, turned into stone, is there to this day.
— from The Popular Religion and Folk-Lore of Northern India, Vol. 1 (of 2) by William Crooke

They, who would wish to rule universally and absolutely, have become the slaves of this shadow; they have made a code of it, which they quote continually; but the pages are blank; every one reads there what passion dictates; one single thing appears there, thanks to the characters of blood in which it is written, and that is death——" "Well, if there is no longer any pity to be found in the world, fly, hide yourself in some secluded retreat, where you may ask the Lord to pardon your fault, and He will certainly grant——" "I cannot go away, and I will not; I feel that I am guilty, and will not try to escape the punishment that is destined for me; I no longer know what to do with a life full of remorse and shame; henceforward I shall have to cast down my eyes, unable to meet the gaze of others; and the daughter of a crowned prince must hate life when she is obliged to bow her face, burning with shame.—But what crime has this infant committed?
— from Isabella Orsini: A Historical Novel of the Fifteenth Century by Francesco Domenico Guerrazzi