What is the sole impulse that ever moves a person to do a thing?
— from What Is Man? and Other Essays by Mark Twain

But if by instantaneously he means without period , then the last clause of the sentence is illogical, since instant there evidently means a period.
— from Know the Truth: A Critique on the Hamiltonian Theory of Limitation Including Some Strictures Upon the Theories of Rev. Henry L. Mansel and Mr. Herbert Spencer by Jesse Henry Jones

Julian would have obeyed, but his troops, unwilling to take service in the East, mutinied and proclaimed him Emperor (359 a.d. ).
— from The Works of the Emperor Julian, Vol. 1 by Emperor of Rome Julian

Baptisti Damiotti, a Paduan quack, who shows in the enchanted mirror a picture representing the clandestine marriage and infidelity of sir Philip Forester.—Sir W. Scott, Aunt Margaret's Mirror (time, William III.).
— from Character Sketches of Romance, Fiction and the Drama, Vol. 1 A Revised American Edition of the Reader's Handbook by Ebenezer Cobham Brewer

While at school, in the early morning, a part of the wall of the bedroom, with the bed, chairs, books, and furniture of the room above, fell on him and his brother.
— from Heroes of Science: Physicists by William Garnett

Many beautiful and quaint specimens are therefore to be seen in the European Museums and private collections on both sides of the Atlantic.
— from Dutch and Flemish Furniture by Esther Singleton

The excitement of driving to the station in the exhilarating morning air, past houses which, like her uncle’s, seemed the abodes of luxurious ease.
— from A Princess in Calico by Edith Ferguson Black

The following Passage, wherein she is described as renewing her Addresses to him, with the whole Speech that follows it, have something in them exquisitely moving and pathetick.
— from The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 With Translations and Index for the Series by Steele, Richard, Sir

"Papa does not seem inclined to explain matters and perhaps is as well," said she, taking a small portrait from a cabinet putting it away in a drawer which she seldom opened.
— from Marguerite Verne; Or, Scenes from Canadian Life by Rebecca Agatha Armour