Rilla turned away from the new star, sick at heart.
— from Rilla of Ingleside by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery
I took her hands and kissed them affectionately, saying,— “No, dear Esther, generous Esther, it is not money I want, for if I did I would ask you and your father as a friend: what I want, and what no one can give me, is a resolute mind, and determination to act for the best.”
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova
At this time the aforesaid brothers, their allies forsaking them, built a very high rampart within an island surrounded by a swift stream, also extending their earthworks along the level.
— from The Danish History, Books I-IX by Grammaticus Saxo
[1] A famous author, reckoning up the good and evil of human life, and comparing the aggregates, finds that our pains greatly exceed our pleasures: so that, all things considered, human life is not at all a valuable gift.
— from The Social Contract & Discourses by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
While those were down, the rest linked hand in hand, and all spun round together: then the ring broke, and in separate rings of two and four they turned and turned until they all stopped at once, began again, struck, clutched, and tore, and then reversed the spin, and all spun round another way.
— from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
“It is true that balloons, in the first stage of their ascensions from the earth, are known to rise with a velocity comparatively moderate.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe
In doing this they are forbidden to use their hands or arms; but when the heavy logs alone remain, they are allowed to pull them out with their hands.
— from The Golden Bough: A Study of Magic and Religion by James George Frazer
He had taken a few turns from the door to the window, and from the window to the door, when the clergyman’s manuscript for the first time entered his head.
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens
Propriety requires you to go to the Father Superior, Pyotr Alexandrovitch, to apologize for the disturbance we've been making....”
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Elagabalus, he said, had ordered him to do this and further to call his son's name Alexander.
— from Dio's Rome, Volume 6 An Historical Narrative Originally Composed in Greek During The Reigns of Septimius Severus, Geta and Caracalla, Macrinus, Elagabalus And Alexander Severus by Cassius Dio Cocceianus
Let there be fine skarlets, violets in graine, fine reds, blacks, browne blewes, foure or fiue of euery sort, for the Prince and other lords: the rest of other colours liuely to the sight, as London russets, tawnies, lion colours, good liuely greenes, with other, as you shall thinke good: for the prince desireth to see of all sorts, which will be an occasion that the Venetians and Turkes shall bee in lesse estimation then they are: for they themselues do feare, and secretly say the same.
— from The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques and Discoveries of the English Nation — Volume 03 by Richard Hakluyt
A recent appropriation by Congress of $125,000 has led to arrangements for the purchase of a few additional biplanes of the Wright and Curtiss types; and a training school for army officers has been regularly conducted at San Diego, Cal., during the past winter.
— from Flying Machines Today by William D. (William Duane) Ennis
The Daily Evening News carried merely the barest of bare statements, coupled with the style of the action and the names of the attorneys for the plaintiff; but with spicy added details, pieced out from surmise and common rumour, the amazing tidings percolated across narrow roads and through the panels of partition fences with a rapidity which went far toward proving that the tongue is mightier than the printed line, or at least is speedier.
— from Old Judge Priest by Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury) Cobb
We looked for their tracks, and found that they had actually passed within forty yards of us during the storm; but our chance was missed, and there was nothing for it but to renew the search.
— from Three in Norway, by Two of Them by Walter J. Clutterbuck
I am so perplexed, so tossed and torn by my conflicting thoughts and feelings that my poor brain reels, and it seems as if I should lose my reason.
— from Without a Home by Edward Payson Roe
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