Clara got rid also of her restraint; Adrian and she had been old playfellows; and now, as they walked or rode together, he yielded to her earnest entreaty, and repeated, for the hundredth time, some tale of her father's bravery, munificence, or justice.
— from The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Your dainty embroidered stockings, with overblown roses, to hide your gouty ankles.
— from The Devil is an Ass by Ben Jonson
I said, by way of reproof to him: “You never sent to-day to paint the bath, as I requested.”
— from The Diary of a Nobody by Weedon Grossmith
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