Even Macaulay, Whig that he is, fails not to put on record his condemnation of the literary violence which the Prayer Book so narrowly escaped at the hands of the Royal Commission of 1689.
— from A Short History of the Book of Common Prayer by William Reed Huntington

I have made Cane give me his word of honour not to divulge my secret, nor even admit that he has more than seen me, and I intend to-morrow to set but for Arran.
— from Luttrell Of Arran by Charles James Lever

The repast finished without any one having chosen to eat anything, so much were they filled with celestial aliment; and Clare returned to the Monastery of St. Damian, where her sisterhood received her with so much the more satisfaction, as they had been fearful that they would have given her the direction of some new establishment, as they had, a short time before, sent her sister Agnes to Florence as abbess.
— from The Life and Legends of Saint Francis of Assisi by Candide Chalippe

At this the king lifted the cover, and displayed to view—not some new eatables, as Templemore had anticipated, but—a beautifully fashioned belt, and several exquisitely-worked purses that all sparkled and flashed with the little diamonds and other stones that were worked in patterns into the silken netting.
— from The Devil-Tree of El Dorado: A Novel by Frank Aubrey

She is no longer the geographical capital of Italy—she is not even the largest city; but in the course of a few years, violent efforts would be made to give her a fictitious modern grandeur, in the place of the moral importance she now enjoys as the headquarters of the Catholic world.
— from Saracinesca by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

The purses were won by Sheffield Neave, Esq. and the hon.
— from The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 3 (of 3) Everlasting Calerdar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac by William Hone

It would have distressed mamma's daughter so much to have given words to it that she never even allowed to herself that it might be a duty.
— from Missy: A Novel by Miriam Coles Harris

The whole land was stirred as with the inspiration of some new element, and the hearts of the persecutors were withered.
— from Ringan Gilhaize, or, The Covenanters by John Galt