And on Monday, when I can't follow you—when my arms can't reach you—when death has parted us—He who is with us now, and knows all, will be with you then.
— from Adam Bede by George Eliot
And what necessities of knowledge are there, Stranger, which are divine and not human? ATHENIAN: I conceive them to be those of which he who has no use nor any knowledge at all cannot be a God, or demi-god, or hero to mankind, or able to take any serious thought or charge of them.
— from Laws by Plato
They came out of the bleak, unfriendly night and knocked at David Windom's door.
— from Quill's Window by George Barr McCutcheon
He could explain the laws of mechanics, and tell his wonderstruck comrades what is meant by the resultant of several forces and the equilibrium of forces, giving them unexpected notions about kinematics and dynamics.
— from Georges Guynemer: Knight of the Air by Henry Bordeaux
how the congratulations poured in upon Ned and Kate; and hopes for his future happiness, and that he might have a large fortune, and a large family to help him take care of it.
— from The Knickerbocker, or New-York Monthly Magazine, June 1844 Volume 23, Number 6 by Various
The forces on each side comprise sixteen units, namely a King, a Queen, two Rooks, two Bishops, two Knights, and eight Pawns.
— from Chess Strategy by Edward Lasker
She stole up noiselessly and knocked at the door.
— from The Duke's Sweetheart: A Romance by Richard Dowling
Tommy, who had begun to fidget uneasily, now asked Kemble, “About how much is this going to cost us?”
— from The Last Penny by Edwin Lefevre
Those under notice are known as Carmine , Crimson Lake , Scarlet Lake , Purple Lake , Chinese Lake , Florentine Lake , Hamburgh Lake , Roman Lake , Venetian Lake , &c., and are obtained from the "coccus cacti," an insect found on a species of cactus, from the juice of which it extracts its nourishment.
— from Field's Chromatography or Treatise on Colours and Pigments as Used by Artists by George Field
"Call [Pg 76] her up now Aunt Kate, and ask her to bring Maud to tea this afternoon.
— from Polly's Senior Year at Boarding School by Dorothy Whitehill
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