"But what a pity it is you should work of a Sunday, and not clean yourself—if you didn't go to church; for if you'd a roasting bit, it might be as you couldn't leave it, being a lone man.
— from Silas Marner by George Eliot

"We must take the ups wi' the downs, Tess," said she; "and never could your high blood have been found out at a more called-for moment.
— from Tess of the d'Urbervilles: A Pure Woman by Thomas Hardy

It was in no way a signal, and no communication yet existed between the convicts and Lincoln Island.
— from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne

It is not like most rivers, beautiful to the sight, bestowing fertility in its course; not one that the eye loves to dwell upon as it sweeps along, nor can you wander upon its banks, or trust yourself without danger to its stream.
— from Life on the Mississippi by Mark Twain

When they were once more at home, Frederick said, "And now, Catherine, you, too, must be industrious and work."
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

The trip," she added, "need cost you nothing, if you are unable to pay your way."
— from Sight to the Blind by Lucy S. Furman

Heavy Stilton and nutritious Cheddar, you will know, belong by right to undisguised joint and irrepressible greens: to a "good old-fashioned English dinner" they prove becoming accompaniments.
— from The Feasts of Autolycus: The Diary of a Greedy Woman by Elizabeth Robins Pennell

"Oh, never fear for me, Mrs. Champney; I'll take care of all the romancing as well as the romances—but can't you see by those few words that it's Mr. Ben Falkenburg who is going to make the yachting trip for Miss Van Ostend, and not your nephew?" "No, I can't," Mrs. Champney answered shortly, "and neither could you if your eyes weren't blinded by your infatuation for him."
— from Flamsted quarries by Mary E. (Mary Ella) Waller

Pitiful and unworthy is the reward which history can bestow upon such a noble character, yet since he never received any remuneration for his efforts and sacrifices, the reward of a noble name is the least and the most that earth can now bestow.
— from History of the Donner Party: A Tragedy of the Sierra by C. F. (Charles Fayette) McGlashan