This was Zamolcus's stratagem amongst the Thracians, Numa's plot, when he said he had conference with the nymph Aegeria, and that of Sertorius with a hart; to get more credit to their decrees, by deriving them from the gods; or else they did all by divine instinct, which Nicholas Damascen well observes of Lycurgus, Solon, and Minos, they had their laws dictated, monte sacro , by Jupiter himself.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

Jane Andrews was over once last summer
— from Anne of Green Gables by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

She looked out across the fields to where some women were working, building a new bit of wall out of large stones; looked back at the nearest town with its woman-built houses; down at the smooth, hard road we were walking on; and then at the little basket he had taken from her.
— from Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

I was weary of our little sitting-room and gladly acquiesced.
— from The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

All the way over the lake we kept the shores of Michigan in sight, beaches of white sand alternating with others of limestone shingle, and the forests behind, a tangled growth of cedar, fir, and spruce in impenetrable swamps, or a scanty, scrubby growth upon a sandy soil.
— from The Bay State Monthly — Volume 2, No. 1, October, 1884 by Various

But we passed these direful scenes to meet with others of less shocking but still sad character.
— from Three Years in the Sixth Corps A Concise Narrative of Events in the Army of the Potomac, from 1861 to the Close of the Rebellion, April, 1865 by George T. (George Thomas) Stevens

In 1878 he published a volume entitled "Postuma" which purported to be the work of one Lorenzo Stecchetti which caused prudish Italy to shiver, prurient Italy to shake, and literary Italy to be enormously diverted.
— from Idling in Italy: Studies of literature and of life by Joseph Collins

Thinking of the matter in this way, it seemed that we owed our love stories to the impecunious artist, who had probably spent his eighty pounds and forgotten me by this time.
— from It Happened in Egypt by A. M. (Alice Muriel) Williamson

They could only talk at rare intervals in the day; and it was clear that his nights were often one long struggle for breath.
— from Robert Elsmere by Ward, Humphry, Mrs.