“I guess she is now,” the other cried, defiantly; “she’s mine ‘cause I saved her.
— from A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle

Arras sleeps profoundly, roofless, windowless, carpetless; Arras sleeps as a skeleton sleeps, with all the dignity of former days about it, but the life that stirs in its streets is not the old city's life, the old city is murdered.
— from Unhappy Far-Off Things by Lord Dunsany

Besides, she is not the only clever business woman to whom I gave him letters."
— from Caleb Wright: A Story of the West by John Habberton

Oh, really, sir, I never thought of criticizing your character!"
— from The White Linen Nurse by Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

Your ostrich, with his silly head buried in the sand, is not the only creature that fatuously underestimates both its own desirability and the perspicacity of those interested in its movements.
— from The Transgression of Andrew Vane: A Novel by Guy Wetmore Carryl

“The Gray Fox of the South is not the only cousin of Reddy's,” continued Old Mother Nature.
— from The Burgess Animal Book for Children by Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess

When at length I was able to do so I noticed the old chief was still slumbering, and that the harper had changed places with the monk, and the latter was sitting beside, or rather close to the maiden, and indeed I thought I saw him drawing his arm hastily away.
— from By the Barrow River, and Other Stories by Edmund Leamy

Pahlâwan said, 'Thy servant is not the only Chief in Trĕnggânu.
— from In Court and Kampong Being Tales and Sketches of Native Life in the Malay Peninsula by Clifford, Hugh Charles, Sir

sq. Iidem , Northern Tribes of Central Australia , p. 613.
— from The Origin and Development of the Moral Ideas by Edward Westermarck

But the colour of the skin is not the only characteristic of a race; the Negro differs from the white, less by the colour of his skin, than by the structure of the face and cranium, as also by the proportion of his members to one another.
— from The Human Race by Louis Figuier

I shall aim at rousing in him such a state of feeling as may suddenly convince him that what is injured by writing of this sort is not the orthodox Christian, or the Church, or Jesus of Nazareth, but always and inevitably, the man who writes it and the man who loves it!
— from Robert Elsmere by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.