But it was designed to accommodate a few lodgers on board terms, and had been taken a few months since, much to the disgust of Gania, at the urgent request of his mother and his sister, Varvara Ardalionovna, who longed to do something to increase the family income a little, and fixed their hopes upon letting lodgings.
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

`What wol now every lover seyn of thee, If this be wist, but ever in thyn absence Laughen in scorn, and seyn, `Lo, ther gooth he, That is the man of so gret sapience, 515 That held us lovers leest in reverence!
— from Troilus and Criseyde by Geoffrey Chaucer

“Down with the Hanoverian Usurper!” “Long live King James the Eighth!”
— from Preston Fight; or, The Insurrection of 1715 by William Harrison Ainsworth

He brings 'em up, sends the shot and shell upon us, then hitches up like lightning, is away before we can charge, and in a minute or two is firing into our line elsewhere.
— from The Scouts of Stonewall: The Story of the Great Valley Campaign by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler

Painful as it was to hear Plummer floundering through his proposal of marriage, instinct told him that it would be far more painful to hurl himself out into mid-air on the sporting chance of having his downward progress arrested by the branches of the big tree that had upheld Lord Leonard.
— from A Damsel in Distress by P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse

" The most offensive passages of both were now by Lord Sandwich's order read aloud to the House, until Lord Lyttleton with a groan entreated that they might hear no more!
— from The International Monthly Magazine - Volume V - No II by Various

When he recovered from his faintness, and heard them speaking of the police, he called Mr. Drewitt to him—who is master of the house under Lord Level—and charged him that [271} nothing of the kind should be done.
— from The Story of Charles Strange: A Novel. Vol. 1 (of 3) by Wood, Henry, Mrs.

and as she spoke, her maids all came rushing into the balcony, wringing [Pg 200] their hands above their heads, uttering loud lamentations, which were half strangled by sobs.
— from 'Neath the Hoof of the Tartar; Or, The Scourge of God by Jósika, Miklós, báró