Stern and even morose as she sometimes was, I could wait on her and sit beside her with that calm which always blesses us when we are sensible that our manners, presence, contact, please and soothe the persons we serve.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Here! Help!’ ‘No, no, no!’ screamed the old man, putting his hand on Ralph’s mouth.
— from Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

Barnave, the two Lameths are seen there; occasionally Mirabeau, perpetually Robespierre; also the ferret-visage of Fouquier-Tinville with other attorneys; Anacharsis of Prussian Scythia, and miscellaneous Patriots,—though all is yet in the most perfectly clean-washed state; decent, nay dignified.
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle

I was in the middle of my sixteenth year, and though I could not be called handsome, was well made for my height; I had a good foot, a well turned leg, and animated countenance; a well proportioned mouth, black hair and eyebrows, and my eyes, though small and rather too far in my head, sparkling with vivacity, darted that innate fire which inflamed my blood; unfortunately for me, I knew nothing of all this, never having bestowed a single thought on my person till it was too late to be of any service to me.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

I say, we good Presbyterian Christians should be charitable in these things, and not fancy ourselves so vastly superior to other mortals, pagans and what not, because of their half-crazy conceits on these subjects.
— from Moby Dick; Or, The Whale by Herman Melville

By the light of the wretched and wavering lamp, of which we have spoken, Dantès saw the old man, pale, but yet erect, clinging to the bedstead.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

Hence for determinant judgements objective reality cannot be supplied to it; and so it is intelligible how all systems that one may project for the dogmatic treatment of the concept of natural purposes and of nature itself
— from Kant's Critique of Judgement by Immanuel Kant

She was the daughter of a gentleman of those isles, by a lady whose misfortune it was, if you will,” said the old man, proudly, “to be descended, remotely, from that unfortunate class who are so basely enslaved to administer to the wants of a luxurious people.
— from The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757 by James Fenimore Cooper

Without going into the technique of field propaganda analysis (described below, page 115 ), it is useful to apply these analysis factors to the definition of some subordinate types of military propaganda.
— from Psychological Warfare by Paul Myron Anthony Linebarger

Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees.
— from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

"I will creep back to my quarters now and make myself some tea on my 'Primus' (no fires are allowed).
— from Raymond; or, Life and Death With examples of the evidence for survival of memory and affection after death. by Lodge, Oliver, Sir

The man fought well—he slew three of my people.
— from Nada the Lily by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard

After a fashion he likes his own version of Christianity, which is superficially that of many popular preachers: Be tolerant, kindly, and happy, and don't worry your head about dogmas, or become a slave to priests.
— from Hours in a Library, Volume 2 New Edition, with Additions by Leslie Stephen

"I'll just show you," said the old man, proud at having guessed rightly, and turning started slowly hobbling along till he got to the end of the lane.
— from Afoot in England by W. H. (William Henry) Hudson

In the midst of her embarrassment she felt a secret assurance that she was in luck; that she held a clue; that she had in her grasp something to open Mrs Polsue's eyes in envy.
— from Nicky-Nan, Reservist by Arthur Quiller-Couch

“No, sir!” said the old man, proudly, “I don’t want nothin’ for taking keer of Mistis and Miss C’lotta; ‘sides, that ain’t no ‘count ‘mongst dem blue coat debbels in Goldsboro’.”
— from Sea-gift: A Novel by Edwin W. (Edwin Wiley) Fuller

He pursued all things with eagerness, but for a short time only; music, poetry, painting, pleasure, even the study of the Pandects.
— from Hyperion by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow