“But Sítá's heart was too full; this second ordeal was beyond even her power to submit to, and the poet rose above the ordinary Hindu level of women [pg 520] when he ventured to paint her conscious purity as rebelling: ‘Beholding all the spectators, and clothed in red garments, Sítá clasping her hands and bending low her face, spoke thus in a voice choked with tears: “as I, even in mind, have never thought of any other than Ráma, so may Mádhaví the goddess of Earth, grant me a hiding-place.”
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

"Something moved me to turn back and talk to her.
— from The Invisible Man: A Grotesque Romance by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

He came in shouting, ‘Money, money, three thousand!
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Sir,’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘this way, if you please.
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

He took the bit of thin string from the ground and was carefully preparing to roll it up when he saw Maitre Malandain, the harness maker, on his doorstep staring at him.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

Whoso, then, having the power, doth that which pertaineth unto him, doth well; but folk should not so much marvel thereat nor exalt him to such a height with supreme praise as it would behove them do with another, of whom, for lack of means, less were required.
— from The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio by Giovanni Boccaccio

True enough; but holding on too long had utterly ruined both of them; and the saddest part of it was, that they never had had so much money to lose before, for Sellers’s sale of their mule crop that year in New Orleans had been a great financial success.
— from The Gilded Age: A Tale of Today by Charles Dudley Warner

"That is no easy task," said my Master; "try you.
— from Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions (Illustrated) by Edwin Abbott Abbott

Even as, smilingly, he came up to the strangely mounted maid, there was on his face the strong trace of that hunted look which furtive consciousness of continual and unrelenting pursuit gives to the lawbreaker—even to the lawbreaker who believes the laws he breaks are wrong and to be violated without sin and righteously.
— from In Old Kentucky by Charles Turner Dazey

Great King of England, and my gracious lord, The mutual conference that my mind hath had, By day, by night, waking and in my dreams, In courtly company or at my beads, With you, mine alder-liefest sovereign, Makes me the bolder to salute my king With ruder terms, such as my wit affords And over-joy of heart doth minister.
— from The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth by William Shakespeare

It sent Mr. Mann to Hungary to inquire —would that when he inquired he had been authorized to recognize our achieved independence!
— from Select Speeches of Kossuth by Lajos Kossuth

the possessor of that designated: may súŋay there are horns or having horns , horned ; máy-roo ŋ aklàt there are books or having a book, books ; wala ŋ aklàt there are no books or without a book , having no books ; malakì ŋ kagamitàn great usefulness , there is great use , or having 20 great usefulness ; maláo ŋ panahòn long time or taking a long time ; marámi ŋ salapèʾ much money , there is much money or having much money ; marámi ŋ kaybígan many friends , there are many friends or having many friends .
— from Tagalog Texts with Grammatical Analysis by Leonard Bloomfield

Yet such men, many times, are in great favor; for they are officious, and commonly exchange tales.
— from The Essays or Counsels, Civil and Moral by Francis Bacon

In an interview with your Committee on Health, when they were collecting information on the subject, Mr. Mylne, the engineer of the New River Company, stated (as a reason against fulfilling some object desired by the Committee) that within the City of London, in connexion with its distributing apparatus, there existed for the escape and waste of water, during the period of supply, ‘at least 10,000 open cocks.’
— from Reports Relating to the Sanitary Condition of the City of London by John Simon

Darkness more clear than noon-day holdeth her, Silence more musical than any song; Even her very heart has ceased to stir: Until the morning of Eternity Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be;
— from Goblin Market, The Prince's Progress, and Other Poems by Christina Georgina Rossetti