One day, Amelia had a headache, and could not go upon some party of pleasure to which the two young people were invited: nothing could induce her friend to go without her.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

Here am I, the confidant of these two young people and the mediator of their affection.
— from Emile by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The domestic serfs were crowding in the hall, waiting to bid good-by to the young prince.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

the three young people separated—that is to say, Morrel went to the Boulevards, Château-Renaud to the Pont de la Révolution, and Debray to the Quai.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas

You ſhall be your owne witneſſe, I’ll not labour To tempt you paſt your faith.
— from The Devil is an Ass by Ben Jonson

Adored with caution, as a brittle heaven, To reach Were hopeless as the rainbow's raiment To touch, Yet persevered toward, surer for the distance; How high Unto the saints' slow diligence The sky!
— from Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete by Emily Dickinson

He was also appointed by Domitian preceptor to the two young princes who were intended to succeed him on the throne.
— from The Lives of the Twelve Caesars, Complete by Suetonius

Well then, as we have no idea of time when in a perfectly unconscious state, it is all the same to us when we are dead whether three months or ten thousand years pass away in the world of consciousness.
— from Essays of Schopenhauer by Arthur Schopenhauer

So that gradually the two young people drew apart, escaped from the elders, to create a new thing by themselves.
— from The Rainbow by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

But to you comes Alain the harper, not as a conqueror but as a suppliant,—Alain who has loved you whole-heartedly these two years past, and who now kneels before you entreating grace.” Katharine looked down into his countenance, for to his speech he had fitted action.
— from Chivalry: Dizain des Reines by James Branch Cabell

Many of the trades work only a half day on Saturdays throughout the year; practically all have this half holiday during the four summer months.
— from Wage Earning and Education by R. R. (Rufus Rolla) Lutz

But God willed it that his mother should that day be garnishing a most beautiful cabinet, (2) and needed all her children with her to help her, and thus the young Prince lingered there until the hour was past.
— from The Tales of the Heptameron, Vol. 4 (of 5) by Marguerite, Queen, consort of Henry II, King of Navarre

she said, "the whites are very crafty; still, it is certain that the two young Pale maidens we have just seen will not escape,—they are too well guarded for that.
— from The Indian Scout: A Story of the Aztec City by Gustave Aimard

[Pg 183] The builder takes down his blue-prints—the same old engine that he has been building for ten, twenty, thirty years past.
— from Our Railroads To-Morrow by Edward Hungerford

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— from Syndicalism in France by Lewis L. (Lewis Levitzki) Lorwin

I have sent this to you, Picton, knowing you will never make it public, but hide it in some place until our deaths take place.
— from Fast as the Wind: A Novel by Nat Gould

Is it strange if under such influences, living in a country place with few associates, reading in her father's 190 library books that were to be had on the legends of the monastic orders and the lives of the saints—is it strange if to the young Pauline Cambron this world before long seemed little else than the battle-field of the Church, the ideal man in it a monk, the ideal woman a nun, the human heart a solemn sacrifice to Heaven, and human life a vast, sad pilgrimage to the shrine eternal?
— from Flute and Violin, and Other Kentucky Tales and Romances by James Lane Allen