I’d do good and be good; I’d help Aunt Jane, and go with your father on his long drives—” “I’d rather go with Dr. Lake.” “Let your father see what a delightful daughter you can be.
— from Tessa Wadsworth's Discipline: A Story of the Development of a Young Girl's Life by Conklin, Nathaniel, Mrs.

‘Bless my soul, Mrs. Mulgrave,’ he said, ‘what a dreadful day you have chosen for travelling.
— from Neighbours on the Green by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

The room looked nearly as it had done when Valentine should have appeared to be a bridegroom himself; but he did not know this so well as Dorothea did; yet he felt exceedingly sheepish, and was only consoled by observing that she also was a good deal out of countenance, and scarcely knew whether to blush or to smile when she spoke to him or met his eyes.
— from Fated to Be Free: A Novel by Jean Ingelow

His skin was a dull, dusky yellow, And his hair was as long as ’twould grow.
— from On the Tree Top by Clara Doty Bates

“Dear Lady Ellington,” she said, “what a dreadful drive you must have had.
— from The Angel of Pain by E. F. (Edward Frederic) Benson

Strive, little wings and misted eyes Which one wild gleam of memory fires Beseeching still the unfettered skies, Whither at dewy dawn you sprang Quivering with joy from this dark earth and sang.
— from Collected Poems: Volume Two by Alfred Noyes

"So," quoth he then, "Master Basil, I proposed we should invade your solitude in place of withdrawing you from it, which methought of the two evils should be the least, seeing what attractions do detain you at Euston at this time.
— from Constance Sherwood: An Autobiography of the Sixteenth Century by Georgiana Fullerton