I saw heiresses there worth, in their own right—worth, well, I suppose I might venture to say, as much as nine dollars and a half.
— from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain

de Bargeton complimented him, regretting that she had no opportunity of playing duets with such a musician; and naturally, during an interview of her own seeking, he received the passport, which he could not have obtained if he had asked for it.
— from Lost Illusions by Honoré de Balzac

—Says Mr. Hassell, "A healthful child abhors quietude," and rightly so, as much as nature does a vacuum.
— from The Sabbath-School Index Pointing out the history and progress of Sunday-schools, with approved modes of instruction. by R. G. (Richard Gay) Pardee

8. Philippic , the name originally applied to Demosthenes' three great orations against Philip of Macedon, then to Cicero's speeches against Mark Antony; now denotes any violent invective written or spoken.
— from The Nuttall Encyclopædia Being a Concise and Comprehensive Dictionary of General Knowledge by P. Austin Nuttall

Still, I felt very shaky about meeting a new disappointment, and walked about for an hour or two, not caring to present myself at Mr. ——'s place, and not being able to find out where my countryman lived.
— from Missing Friends Being the Adventures of a Danish Emigrant in Queensland (1871-1880) by Thorvald Peter Ludwig Weitemeyer

The officers of the Austrian contingent had not forgotten the yet recent encounters with the French army at Solferino and Magenta, and, no doubt at first unconsciously, an unconciliatory spirit was manifested in every difference which arose between the French and their present allies.
— from Maximilian in Mexico: A Woman's Reminiscences of the French Intervention 1862-1867 by Sara Yorke Stevenson

Slowly, with deep, hidden pathos, the words floated out into the night; and, involuntarily almost, the man and the girl stood still to listen: Shadows and mist and night, Darkness around the way, Here a cloud and there a star, Afterwards, Day!
— from Rosa Mundi and Other Stories by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell

The melody was familiar to her, and she leant forward breathlessly to catch the words: Shadows and mist and night, Darkness around the way; Here a cloud and there a star; Afterwards, Day!
— from Rosa Mundi and Other Stories by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell