After an early breakfast the boys wash their clothes, scrub decks and bathe, and then for about six hours are daily occupied with drills and studies, the course of instruction including gunnery, seamanship and English.
— from The Sea Rovers by Rufus Rockwell Wilson

He brought us out some galettes, as they call them, and each of us sisters had a draught of wine, which did us a great deal of good.
— from Stray Pearls: Memoirs of Margaret De Ribaumont, Viscountess of Bellaise by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

"Harriet became a mother: she had a daughter, on whom she bestowed the name of Katherine.
— from The Mysteries of London, v. 2/4 by George W. M. (George William MacArthur) Reynolds

But the boy robbed him of all the money he had (a gold piece Peggotty had sent him) and drove off with his box besides, and poor David, crying, set out afoot, without a penny, in the direction he thought Dover lay.
— from Tales from Dickens by Charles Dickens

When Samuel had anointed David, observe what followed.
— from Parochial and Plain Sermons, Vol. VIII (of 8) by John Henry Newman

She reflected that Henry had conducted himself so cruelly toward the queen, if ever she ceased to please him she would have everything to fear; and the happiness of that brilliant picture of thrones and honors which she had always dwelt on with such ardent longings seemed to vanish at the very moment when she saw it about to be realized.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 23, April, 1876-September, 1876. A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and Science by Various

“I only took three quarters,” she said roguishly, as she seated herself and dashed off “Waves of Ocean” in strident style.
— from Further Adventures of Quincy Adams Sawyer and Mason Corner Folks by Charles Felton Pidgin

She consented, on condition that he should never show her a drop of water .
— from Custom and Myth New Edition by Andrew Lang

Theo sighed again, and was just deciding to go to sleep, if possible, when she heard a door open, which was surely Pamela's, and feet crossing the narrow corridor, which were surely Pamela's own, and then a sharp yet soft tap on the door, and a voice which could have been no other than Pamela's, under any possibility.
— from Theo: A Sprightly Love Story by Frances Hodgson Burnett