This Judas, having gotten together a multitude of men of a profligate character about Sepphoris in Galilee, made an assault upon the palace
— from Antiquities of the Jews by Flavius Josephus

Caleb Garth, having little expectation and less cupidity, was interested in the verification of his own guesses, and the calmness with which he half smilingly rubbed his chin and shot intelligent glances much as if he were valuing a tree, made a fine contrast with the alarm or scorn visible in other faces when the unknown mourner, whose name was understood to be Rigg, entered the wainscoted parlor and took his seat near the door to make part of the audience when the will should be read.
— from Middlemarch by George Eliot

Now the woods settle into great masses as if they were each one profound tree.
— from Bleak House by Charles Dickens

After a flight of stairs, it gives me as much trouble to draw every breath I want, as if it was a bucket of water.
— from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

What a start it gave me as I heard him utter the word “oil.”
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

I am certainly the first man, that, living with a people who treated him well, and whom he almost adored, put on, even in their own country, a borrowed air of despising them; yet my original inclination is so powerful, constant, disinterested, and invincible, that even since my quitting that kingdom, since its government, magistrates, and authors, have outvied each other in rancor against me, since it has become fashionable to load me with injustice and abuse, I have not been able to get rid of this folly, but notwithstanding their ill-treatment, love them in spite of myself.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

'Shall it go, ma'am?' asked Oliver, looking up, impatiently.
— from Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Shall I go, Mrs. Allen?”
— from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Shee chang'd our world with hers; now she is gone, Mirth and prosperity is oppression; For of all morall vertues she was all, The Ethicks speake of vertues Cardinall.
— from The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2) Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts by John Donne

I was not so vexed at losing Agnes as I might have been, since it gave me an opportunity of making myself known to Traddles on the stairs, who greeted me with great fervour; while Uriah writhed with such obtrusive satisfaction and self-abasement, that I could gladly have pitched him over the banisters.
— from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

“If it grieves you, Susannah, it grieves me also; but I presume he finds it necessary not to be so remarkable.”
— from Japhet in Search of a Father by Frederick Marryat

[31] Independent of these causes the same process has appeared in the South, in Georgia, Mississippi and in West Tennessee, as well as other states.
— from The Evolution of the Country Community A Study in Religious Sociology by Warren H. (Warren Hugh) Wilson

Suppose I get my acquittal.
— from The Orange Girl by Walter Besant

Nagkatampásan ang way uwaw nga inaína, The shameless stepmother is getting more and more abusive.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

As for Scott, "Proud Maisie" (an unapproachable thing), the fragments that Elspeth Cheyne sings, even the single stanza in Guy Mannering , "Are these the Links of Forth?
— from Essays in English Literature, 1780-1860 by George Saintsbury

The grievance I'd rather not talk about, except to say it gives me a good reason to go after Brothers.
— from The Alembic Plot: A Terran Empire novel by Ann Wilson

The ferries at Lyme and New London would prove great obstacles to anything like a club from New York to Newport along this road; the day would be spent in getting machines across the two rivers.
— from Two Thousand Miles on an Automobile Being a Desultory Narrative of a Trip Through New England, New York, Canada, and the West, By "Chauffeur" by Arthur Jerome Eddy

I remember the sensation it gave me, as I struggled to find its outlines, of a world washed out, like the figures I washed out on my slate.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866 A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics by Various

Still, it gave me a real idea of what she must once have been.
— from December Love by Robert Hichens