"And you're a doctor, I reckon, though you're only a cow-doctor—for a fly's a fly, though it may be a hoss-fly," concluded Mr. Macey, wondering a little at his own "'cuteness".
— from Silas Marner by George Eliot

Now here lies before us in its most distinct form the solution of that great contradiction, the union of freedom with necessity, which has so often been discussed in recent times, yet, so far as I know, never clearly and adequately.
— from The World as Will and Idea (Vol. 1 of 3) by Arthur Schopenhauer

Neander , Rev. John, thus wrote of his conversion to a sincere acquaintance:—"My dear friend,—Cheerfully do I respond to your call, and as briefly as possible
— from Some Jewish Witnesses For Christ by Aaron Bernstein

“Your mamma seems to have entirely forgotten that I made up my mind to take you, so to speak, after the gossip of the town had spread all over the district in regard to your reputation.
— from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“Though indeed I fail to comprehend how, with the independence you show,” he went on, getting hot, “—announcing your infidelity to your husband and seeing nothing reprehensible in it, apparently—you can see anything reprehensible in performing a wife’s duties in relation to your husband.”
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

I immediately went to work with this piece of ground; and in less than a month’s time I had so fenced it round that my flock, or herd, call it which you please, which were not so wild now as at first they might be supposed to be, were well enough secured in it: so, without any further delay, I removed ten young she-goats and two he-goats to this piece, and when they were there I continued to perfect the fence till I had made it as secure as the other; which, however, I did at more leisure, and it took me up more time by a great deal.
— from The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

He liked it all; the mass of people; the clerks in their cheap clothing; the old men with young girls on their arms going to dine in restaurants; the young man with a wistful look in his eyes waiting for his sweetheart in the shadow of the towering office building.
— from Windy McPherson's Son by Sherwood Anderson

How deeply do I regret that your page 204 p. 204 illness separates us, that I cannot tell you face to face how much I love and honour him, how ardently I long for your help and advice as to how I can best make my beautiful and noble eagle happy.
— from Immortal Memories by Clement King Shorter

I need not tell you how impatiently I shall await your decision in regard to your relative.
— from Pride: One of the Seven Cardinal Sins by Eugène Sue

"DEAR DAD, "In reply to yours, what I have to say is, Aunt Louisa and Mrs. Bubb are nasty cats, and I don't think them for making a bother.
— from The Town Traveller by George Gissing

But, Cora, my dear, I repeat that you have not been frank with me.
— from For Woman's Love by Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte Southworth

“I have no doubt of it,” returned the first Lord, with a smile, “nevertheless the tendency of your labours is towards destruction; and my reference to the fact is merely for the purpose of informing you that there are many other inventors who have claimed my attention to their designs, and that you must not expect an immediate decision in regard to yours.”
— from In the Track of the Troops by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

It was, Mr. Mavick,” and Philip hesitated and looked down, “in regard to your daughter.”
— from That Fortune by Charles Dudley Warner

‘Well, now, Deacon, I rather think you’ve got me in a tight place,’ said Mr. Griswold, rising; and turning confusedly round, he saw the placid figure of the Doctor, who had entered the room unobserved in the midst of the conversation, and was staring with that look of calm, dreamy abstraction which often led people to suppose that he heard and saw nothing of what was going forward.
— from The Minister's Wooing by Harriet Beecher Stowe

"Well, then, after you left I resolved to discover all; I deemed it right towards you, and also a satisfaction, where madame would fain have seemed so wronged.
— from Miles Tremenhere: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 2 by Annette Marie Maillard