T.H. Shepherd has preserved for us Button's, afterward the Caledonien coffee house, Great Russell Street, Covent Garden, in a water-color drawing of 1857; Tom's coffee house, 17 Great Russell Street, Covent Garden, 1857; Slaughter's coffee house in St. Martin's Lane, 1841; also, in 1857, the Lion's Head at Button's, put up by Addison and now the property of the Duke of Bedford at Woburn.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

However, I console myself with this, that if I were anything else under God's Heaven, and had the same crank health, I should make an even zero.
— from The Letters of Robert Louis Stevenson — Volume 1 by Robert Louis Stevenson

The election in South Carolina has in some measure decided the great contest.
— from The Writings of Thomas Jefferson, Vol. 4 (of 9) Being His Autobiography, Correspondence, Reports, Messages, Addresses, and Other Writings, Official and Private by Thomas Jefferson

I shall have to try for special clearness here in stating my own views, partly because to some they may appear retrogressive, and also because they may be thought by others to contradict what I have said elsewhere, in more extensive and systematic treatment of this subject.
— from The Interest of America in Sea Power, Present and Future by A. T. (Alfred Thayer) Mahan

The supposition is that these were used as beads; which is not at all strange, considering how instinctively savage men delight in such ornaments.
— from The Prehistoric World; Or, Vanished Races by Emory Adams Allen

These contests took place at Slaughter's Coffee House, in St. Martin's Lane, long a principal meeting place for leading chess players.
— from Chess History and Reminiscences by H. E. (Henry Edward) Bird

“I beg your pardon, Colonel,” said Carson, “here is some mistake; this man is not one of your tenants.
— from The Poor Scholar Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of William Carleton, Volume Three by William Carleton

His tie, at any rate, was nicely tied, but “I feel the awkwardest fool alive,” said Tom, as well he might, with clothes which fitted where they touched; Anne, had she confessed her inward sinking, must have admitted that she was in no better case herself, but confession was far from her: she had to be brazen for two.
— from The Marbeck Inn: A Novel by Harold Brighouse