'I must have that liquorice,' whined the old grizzler, 'and if there is no other way of obtaining it the whole army must pack up sticks and return to Killgruel.'
— from Bill the Minder by W. Heath (William Heath) Robinson
DANS son numéro du 23 Octobre, le “West African Mail” publie une série de lettres du Révérend J. W. Weeks, missionnaire Anglais, établi à Monsembe, district de Bangala.
— from Correspondence and Report from His Majesty's Consul at Boma Respecting the Administration of the Independent State of the Congo [and Further Correspondence] by Roger Casement
We were sketching the village after lunch, when a man passed us, stopped, looked at us a moment curiously, and then, to our astonishment and delight said, "You should be Englishmen, strangers.
— from Albania: A Narrative of Recent Travel by E. F. (Edward Frederick) Knight
So we were all settled around the fire in a wink, and Ma pushed up some cans to thaw for supper, and Pa began.
— from A Pail of Air by Fritz Leiber
Now, at last, we may ordain a Constitution by which 'a more perfect Union' shall 'secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity.'
— from The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No 3, September 1864 Devoted To Literature And National Policy by Various
[723] In "our days, a woman without a marriage portion, unless she has some great natural attractions, runs the risk of being a spinster forever.
— from A History of Matrimonial Institutions, Vol. 1 of 3 by George Elliott Howard
Maybe you don't think I was scared as I looked all around and could see no one nearer than a block and a half away, and that was a man piling up some lumber on a wagon; besides, the voice I heard was a woman's, not a man's.
— from Fifteen Years with the Outcast by Fflorens Roberts
Mr. Lewis was standing with Isoline in the garden, while a man put up some bee-hives on a wooden trestle.
— from The Sheep-Stealers by Violet Jacob
It was not satisfying; but Averil recalled, with a start, that no wonder the letter was meagre, since it was necessarily subject to inspection; and how could the inner soul be expressed when all must pass under strangers' eyes, who would think such feelings plausible hypocrisy in a convicted felon.
— from The Trial; Or, More Links of the Daisy Chain by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge
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