Shriek not, ye Opera Hamadryads; or not as those that have no comfort.
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle

But I felt that my school had reached its zenith when, weeks ago, the Duke of Holdernesse sent Mr. James Wilder, his secretary, with intimation that young Lord Saltire, ten years old, his only son and heir, was about to be committed to my charge.
— from The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

Tell us the truth, for there lies your only hope of safety.”
— from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

"I thought, of course, that she had never been really your wife since she left you of her own accord years and years ago!
— from Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy

Then Hermes, who had an affinity for him, 246 appeared to him in the guise of a youth of his own age, and greeting him kindly said, “Follow me, and I will guide thee by an easier and smoother road as soon as thou hast surmounted this winding and rugged place where thou seest all men stumbling and obliged to go back again.”
— from The Works of the Emperor Julian, Vol. 2 by Emperor of Rome Julian

I have established a right of way through the centre of old Middleton’s park, slap across it, sir, within a hundred yards of his own front door.
— from The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle

The women had on sun-bonnets; and some had linsey-woolsey frocks, some gingham ones, and a few of the young ones had on calico.
— from Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

Abraham, then, having departed out of Haran in the seventy-fifth year of his own age, and in the hundred and forty-fifth of his father's, went with Lot, his brother's son, and Sarah his wife, into the land of Canaan, and came even to [Pg 132] Sichem, where again he received the divine oracle, of which it is thus written: "And the Lord appeared unto Abram, and said unto him, Unto thy seed will I give this land."
— from The City of God, Volume II by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

We are afraid to harbour in our own hearts, or to utter in the hearing of others, any thought of our Lord as hungering, tired, sorrowful, having a human soul, a human will, and affected by events of human life, as a finite creature is: and yet one half of the efficiency of His atonement, and the whole of the efficiency of His example, depend on His having been this to the full.
— from Frondes Agrestes: Readings in 'Modern Painters' by John Ruskin

"Then, indeed, Annie, you do not know in your own head, or you could explain, so that I might know in my own head."
— from Autobiographical Sketches by Annie Besant

I should like you to be present at prayers—to conduct Divine worship in your own house on that occasion.”
— from Girls of the Forest by L. T. Meade

And I just want to tell you, too, that you had the will in your own hands once—and overlooked the bet!
— from Doors of the Night by Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard

Their condition is thus described:— “In inspecting the courts and alleys of the ‘City,’” he wrote, “one constantly sees butts, for the reception of water, either public or in the open yards of houses, or sometimes in their cellars; and
— from The Sanitary Evolution of London by Henry (Henry Lorenzo) Jephson

The proceeding was greeted by the by-standers with shouts of laughter and yells of “Hang on, Grant,” “Don’t let him down you, old boy,” etc.
— from Lee and Longstreet at High Tide: Gettysburg in the Light of the Official Records by Helen Dortch Longstreet

‘Tis then we learn to hold converse with ourselves; ‘tis then we ask how has our manhood performed the promises of its youth, or have our ripened prospects borne out the pledges of our boyhood?
— from Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon, Volume 2 by Charles James Lever

In one of these a servant-girl from the village was concerned—a quiet and timid girl she was said to be; yet, on her own initiative, and without consulting her mistress, she drowned a stray cat which was trying to get a footing in the household.
— from Change in the Village by George Sturt

I will try indeed, but I am afraid it will be very hard, without you or him or anybody else to help me.
— from The Wide, Wide World by Susan Warner