I speak in Percival's interest, when I propose that my name shall appear (as the nearest friend of the husband), and your name, Miss Halcombe (as the nearest friend of the wife).
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins
In the old servants’ part of the house, as you know, only the old people live—little old Efim and Polya and Evstigney, and Karp as well.
— from Plays by Anton Chekhov, Second Series by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Ása pa man nà hipúsa dì anhà dihà sa paradur, Where the hell are you going to put it if not in the cabinet.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff
Mrs. Dashwood declared they should not stay a minute longer in the house, and your brother was forced to go down upon HIS knees too, to persuade her to let them stay till they had packed up their clothes.
— from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
"And—Oh, Godfrey—if we'd had her from the first, if you'd taken to her as you ought, she'd have loved me for her mother—and you'd have been happier with me: I could better have bore my little baby dying, and our life might have been more like what we used to think it 'ud be.
— from Silas Marner by George Eliot
Then said the Devil to the three, "Now I have got the soul which I wanted to have, and you are free, and have money for the rest of your lives."
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm
Had I been George the Third, and thought as he did about America, I would have given Johnson three hundred a year for his Taxation no Tyranny alone.'
— from Boswell's Life of Johnson Abridged and edited, with an introduction by Charles Grosvenor Osgood by James Boswell
You’ve loafed with me less than two hours, and you’ve talked more often like a poet than you have like a human being!
— from The Satyricon — Complete by Petronius Arbiter
"I don't want to be disgusted," he said to himself, "and yet I can't help it."
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen
No doubt the place was not altogether grateful for the celebrity his romance had given it, and would have valued more the uninterrupted quiet of its own flattering thoughts of itself; but when it came to hearing a young lady say she knew a girl who said she would like to poison Hawthorne, it seemed to the devout young pilgrim from the West that something more of love for the great romancer would not have been too much for him.
— from Literary Friends and Acquaintance; a Personal Retrospect of American Authorship by William Dean Howells
M. Tolbecque has a younger brother, who is also a violinist of some skill, and is known in England.
— from The Violin Some Account of That Leading Instrument and Its Most Eminent Professors, from Its Earliest Date to the Present Time; with Hints to Amateurs, Anecdotes, etc. by George Dubourg
You can choose among your comrades of the guards one whom you would like to have as your lieutenant.”
— from The Young Carthaginian: A Story of The Times of Hannibal by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
Thus spoke to himself a young man named Yosef Shvarts, on entering the ancient city, when, roused by toll-gate formalities, he saw himself unexpectedly among buildings and streets.
— from In Vain by Henryk Sienkiewicz
My asset, as it were, is the option I have on the mine.' 'Then, how are you going to pay the preliminary fees, the advertising in the newspapers, the cost of counsel, and all that?
— from A Woman Intervenes by Robert Barr
I shall lose men by wounds and disease, I must leave detachments behind me to keep open my communications, and in a short time the body of my army will become so weak that not only I may be unable to advance in the face of the enemy, and time may be given to the heretics and your majesty's other enemies to interfere, but there may fall out some notable inconvenience, with the loss of everything, and I be unable to remedy it."
— from By England's Aid; Or, the Freeing of the Netherlands, 1585-1604 by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty
"You want to be another Gunther," she said, meeting his glance with an intensity of ambition greater than his, "and you wish to fight like a guerrilla.
— from The Sixty-First Second by Owen Johnson
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