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"And should you like that, Eppie?" said Silas, looking at her.
— from Silas Marner by George Eliot
In truth, even strong steady lights are inadmissible.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe
The street they threaded was so narrow and shut in by shadows that when they came out unexpectedly into the void common and vast sky they were startled to find the evening still so light and clear.
— from The Innocence of Father Brown by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton
It is such a quick intelligence and he touches every subject so lightly, apparently, only one feels he knows all about it.
— from Italian Letters of a Diplomat's Wife: January-May, 1880; February-April, 1904 by Mary King Waddington
In another work, [54] however, Mr. Haddan has said, “On the locality of Cloveshoo itself, unfortunately, we can throw no more light than may be contained in the observation, that St. Boniface invariably styles the English synod, ‘Synodus Londinensis ;’ and that … the immediate vicinity of that city—in all other respects the most probable of all localities—seems consequently the place where antiquarians must hunt for traces of the lost Cloveshoo.”
— from Vestiges of the supremacy of Mercia in the south of England during the eighth century by T. (Thomas) Kerslake
"It is a good sign," wrote St. Francis de Sales to Madame de Chantal, "when the enemy storms so lustily at the door; it proves that he is not attaining his end.
— from The Warfare of the Soul: Practical Studies in the Life of Temptation by Shirley Carter Hughson
But the eyes still sought Lilian, and Archer, watching, murmured to her, "Go." To take his other hand, feebly plucking at the light coverlet, she had to kneel so close to Harris that he could feel the swift throbbing of her heart against his arm, and 'Tonio, looking now into the two young faces so near together, so close to his own, began with all his remaining strength slowly drawing her little white hand toward the lean and sinewy fingers that clasped his right, whereat her bonny head drooped lower, her bosom heaved; she seemed at once to read his purpose, and, with the instinct of the maiden, to gently resist.
— from Tonio, Son of the Sierras: A Story of the Apache War by Charles King
One long bar Of purple cloud, on which the evening star Shone like a jewel on a scimitar, Held the sky's golden gateway.
— from Narrative and Legendary Poems, Complete Volume I of The Works of John Greenleaf Whittier by John Greenleaf Whittier
Thickest in the center, with the edges somewhat sharp; like a double-convex lens.
— from Trees of the Northern United States Their Study, Description and Determination by A. C. (Austin Craig) Apgar
To Sam it made no difference if his customer was the worst criminal on the East Side so long as he paid his way.
— from Nelson the Newsboy; Or, Afloat in New York by Alger, Horatio, Jr.
First, Michael, the eldest son, still living, and now an old man turned seventy.
— from No Name by Wilkie Collins
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