My father has always informed me that in my marriage I shall be left quite free, but I am persuaded that I have only to describe your generosity, for my wishes to become his own.
— from The Arabian Nights Entertainments by Andrew Lang

At last she drew my mouth down to hers, and thrust her sweet tongue into my mouth; I sucked it, and her hands relaxing the pressure of my buttocks, against her cunt, I began a slow in and out movement that soon renewed her utmost lubricity.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

Charles then roused me somewhat out of this extatic distraction, with a complaint softly murmured, amidst a crowd of kisses, at the position, not so favourable to his desires, in which I received his urgent insistance for admission, where that insistance was alone so engrossing a pleasure, that it made me inconsistently suffer a much dearer one to be kept out; but how sweet to correct such a mistake!
— from Memoirs of Fanny Hill A New and Genuine Edition from the Original Text (London, 1749) by John Cleland

‘But don’t you think it means more?’ inquired Sam.
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

This was the question I put to myself, and then in my mind I strove to recall every word which I had read in the musty pages of Don Fum’s manuscript concerning the World within a World; but I could recollect nothing to enlighten me, not a word to give me hope or cheer, and I was about to cry out in utter despair when, happening to raise my eyes and look off in the distance, I saw what seemed to me to be a jack-a-lantern dancing along on the ground.
— from Baron Trump's Marvellous Underground Journey by Ingersoll Lockwood

The prison known by the name of The Leads of Venice is of so notorious a character that its mere mention is sufficient, without its being necessary for us to describe it.
— from Manners, Customs, and Dress During the Middle Ages and During the Renaissance Period by P. L. Jacob

"Ay, that is what my lawyer, Mr. Shanks, says," replied Mrs. Hazleton, with a bewildered look; "he tells me that if Mr. Marlow is successful in the suit, I shall have to pay the whole of the rents of the land.
— from The International Magazine, Volume 2, No. 3, February, 1851 by Various

But—but—no, Uniacke, I'll swear that, in my mind, I saw his face as it used to be.
— from Tongues of Conscience by Robert Hichens

This bent leg of tin is made; Make it straight and strong and true, And I'll render thanks to you." "Ah!" murmured Captain Fyter in a glad voice, as she withdrew her hands and danced away, and they saw he was standing straight as ever, because his leg was as shapely and strong as it had been before his accident.
— from The Tin Woodman of Oz A Faithful Story of the Astonishing Adventure Undertaken by the Tin Woodman, Assisted by Woot the Wanderer, the Scarecrow of Oz, and Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum

I joined this conspiracy that I might master its scope and learn the intentions of the plotters.
— from The Historical Nights' Entertainment: First Series by Rafael Sabatini

Still nothing; I cannot stop at home with this fear hanging over me and these thoughts in my mind; I shall go away.
— from The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Vol. 1 Boule de Suif and Other Stories by Guy de Maupassant

The maid was in such a state of terror, that when Mrs. Stirling came up to inquire after her headache, Miss Brewster asked her about the woman she had seen, when, to her surprise, Mrs. Stirling looked quite agonised, and said, 'Oh, then there is more misery in store for me.
— from The Story of My Life, volumes 1-3 by Augustus J. C. (Augustus John Cuthbert) Hare

Hence the Cost-Analysis Engineer who is trying to introduce modern methods is sure to meet with violent opposition from foremen; and the older the foreman, the more violent the opposition.
— from Cyclopedia of Commerce, Accountancy, Business Administration, v. 02 (of 10) by American School of Correspondence

While the bell of Time is tolling With its harsh unfeeling tongue; In my memory I shall cherish All the songs my mother sung.
— from Poems by Clara A. Merrill