For the last two generations the Germans in their books, lectures, speeches and schools have been carefully taught that nothing less than this world-conquest was the object of their preparations and their sacrifices.
— from The Art of Public Speaking by J. Berg (Joseph Berg) Esenwein

He had still a small house in Highbury, where most of his leisure days were spent; and between useful occupation and the pleasures of society, the next eighteen or twenty years of his life passed cheerfully away.
— from Emma by Jane Austen

“It's not your business, brother, if I am at my saucy pranks again,” said Kolya, standing still and scanning him.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

So he, that Son of Cronos, of many names, who is Ruler of Many and Host of Many, was bearing her away by leave of Zeus on his immortal chariot—his own brother's child and all unwilling. (ll. 33-39) And so long as she, the goddess, yet beheld earth and starry heaven and the strong-flowing sea where fishes shoal, and the rays of the sun, and still hoped to see her dear mother and the tribes of the eternal gods, so long hope calmed her great heart for all her trouble.... ((LACUNA)) ....
— from Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica by Hesiod

[127] By sexual communism we do not mean a state of promiscuity where man knows no matrimonial rules: we believe that such a state has never existed.
— from The Elementary Forms of the Religious Life by Émile Durkheim

The child, serious, and still half-asleep, was carried in on the servant’s arm in her long white nightgown, from which her bare feet peeped out.
— from Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert

But she did see, nevertheless; and she knew she was winning her fight, too, and was glad to see him suffer as she had suffered.
— from The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

she did not stretch out her yearning arms in vain; for, as quick to hear her sobbing as she had been to hear her sister's faintest whisper, her mother came to comfort her, not with words only, but the patient tenderness that soothes by a touch, tears that were mute reminders of a greater grief than Jo's, and broken whispers, more eloquent than prayers, because hopeful resignation went hand-in-hand with natural sorrow.
— from Little Women; Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy by Louisa May Alcott

Her own great reputation, and the respectful attachment of her people, might give reason to hope that no machinations would be successful against her crown; but let us reflect in what situation the kingdom would have been left by her death in a sudden illness, such as she had more than once experienced in earlier years, and again in 1571.
— from Constitutional History of England, Henry VII to George II. Volume 1 of 3 by Henry Hallam

"One of Power's judgment-day sermons," as she heard one man say to another, when it was over.
— from Work: A Story of Experience by Louisa May Alcott

All the captives that had escaped the first fury of the Mussulman soldiers, were landed; and woe to such as sickness had weakened or as exhibited marks of poverty!
— from The History of the Crusades (vol. 2 of 3) by J. Fr. (Joseph Fr.) Michaud

They attacked the keepers, who were nearly equal in number, but had no weapons but sticks and short hangers.
— from The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 3 (of 3) Everlasting Calerdar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac by William Hone

She waded to the door of the tower, opened it with difficulty, climbed the stairway, and gained the light-room, where the glass of the windows was all shattered, and the little chamber half full of the dead bodies of birds, swept along by the whirlwind and dashed against the tower, none of them falling to the ground or losing an inch of their level in the air as they sped onward, until they struck against some high object, which broke their mad and awful journey.
— from Rodman the Keeper: Southern Sketches by Constance Fenimore Woolson

When Enid came to the cottage Marion became her slave and served her hand and foot.
— from The Coryston Family A Novel by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.

And, did he lie here, eyes death-dim, You, if you spoke but truth of him, Truth, truth only, should stand and say, 'He never wronged me, Jeanne Amray.'"
— from Embers, Volume 3. by Gilbert Parker