Phrases with "that"

I wondered whether he was recalling that other superstition of Fred’s, that little episode a night or two before he died. Seen in the Moonlight by Ellen Wood [1875]

Wilkie Collins In the first letter I briefly inform Sir James that I have discovered his true reason for inviting the doctor to dinner. The Two Destinies by Wilkie Collins [1876]

Vsevolod Krestovsky As a result, his hands were almost feminine in their delicacy, the sensibility of the finger tips had reached an extraordinary degree of development, equal to that of one born blind. Knights of Industry by Vsevolod Krestovsky

Guy de Maupassant Just one house stood on the banks of that dark lake, a small, low house inhabited by Uncle Joseph, an old boatman, who lived on what he could make by his fishing. Old Judas (Le Père Judas) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

Sometimes I thought I would send it anonymously by the post, but it might have been stolen by the way; sometimes it would occur to me to make a parcel of it and despatch it in that way. The Other Earring by Ellen Wood [1874]

Nikolai Gogol Long ago there lived in that house an elderly man who had a beautiful daughter white as snow, just like you. A May Night by Nikolai Gogol

Herman Melville Your house is low; but being upon the mountains, that lowness does not one whit depress it. The Lightning-Rod Man by Herman Melville

Arthur Machen I take it that he had very little to fear on that score, poor fellow; but I suppose that he was really mad, and died in a sudden access of his mania. The Inmost Light by Arthur Machen

Edith Wharton Ours was a robust passion that could give an open-eyed account of itself, and not a beautiful madness shrinking away from the proof. The Long Run by Edith Wharton [1916]

So clear'd softly between and tooth-nipt even it ever Onward moved; still clung on wan lips, sodden as ashes, Shreds all woolly from out that soft smooth surface arisen. Poems and Fragments by Catullus

Arthur Conan Doyle Then we made our way through the unnatural gloom thrown by that menacing cloud. The Fiend of the Cooperage by Arthur Conan Doyle [1897]

To this day, the majority of people argue — the argument is variously expressed, but always boils down to more or less the same thingthat large families are impossible for economic reasons. In Front of Your Nose by George Orwell [1946]

H.P. Lovecraft He was a great wholesome Irishman, and it seemed odd that he would do little more than make the sign of the cross and mutter that people never spoke of that building. The Haunter of the Dark by H.P. Lovecraft [1935]

Arthur Machen Exactly; your pencil, if you had one, would touch the wall somewhere on the level with your eyes, that is, more than five feet from the ground. The Shining Pyramid by Arthur Machen

The very name of Redman’s Cross sent a shiver through her; it must have been the place where that horrid murder was committed. Across the Moors by W. F. Harvey

Francis Bacon This is, that to the enumeration of things which are should be subjoined an enumeration of things which are not. Preparative toward a Natural and Experimental History by Francis Bacon

Edna St. Vincent Millay I saw at sea a great fog bank Between two ships that struck and sank; A thousand screams the heavens smote; And every scream tore through my throat. Renascence and other poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Guy de Maupassan Now that I know that you are as virtuous as you are charming, I wish very much to become better acquainted with you. The Odalisque of Senichou by Guy de Maupassan

Radclyffe Hall He loved me so much, and he understood — I found out that my father knew all about me, only —’ She hesitated, and then: ‘Perhaps he loved me too much to tell me. The Well of Loneliness by Radclyffe Hall

Like that defunct noodle, her mother, she lived solely for clothes and poetry and the admiration of the uncorseted sex. The Stars in their Courses by Mary Cholmondeley [1921]

E. F. Benson What’s the use of my repeating all that stale stuff about being busy and happy? They’ve been told that often enough already. Mr. Tilly’s Seance by E. F. Benson

E. T. A. Hoffmann Angela had nothing to urge against his suit; and the Councillor the more readily gave his consent that the young composer’s productions had found favour before his rigorous critical judgment. The Cremona Violin by E. T. A. Hoffmann

He knows, too, that it is I who killed Dr. Simeon, as he was in that wood at the time and saw everything that happened. The Storm Breaks by Arthur Gask [1949]

Edgar Allan Poe But, as usual, he walked to and fro, and during the day did not pass from out the turmoil of that street. The Man of the Crowd by Edgar Allan Poe [1840]

I wish another thing with all my heartthat Helen would not have Sophie Chalk here. At Miss Deveen’s by Ellen Wood [1869]

Jules Verne If any one followed him, it was found that he walked a league an hour, and that his course was nearly circular. Master Zacharius by Jules Verne [1874]

Henry Handel Richardson For, following the habit of a lifetime, on entering his room he had automatically exchanged his tail-coat for the familiar grey working-jacket that hung behind the door. Two Tales of Old Strasbourg by Henry Handel Richardson

Wilkie Collins Her own pretty fair hair was not very long; and her false colour (she was disguised, sir, as a dark lady in public) was left that night on her face and neck and hands. Love's Random Shot by Wilkie Collins [1884]

Algernon Blackwood And curious were the thoughts and sensations that accompanied him. The Glamour of the Snow by Algernon Blackwood

Henry David Thoreau No wonder that there have been astrologers, that some have conceived that they were personally related to particular stars. Night and Moonlight by Henry David Thoreau

This behaviour puzzled us completely, for we both knew that a mob would never treat an ordinary flesh-and-blood stockman in that way. The Phantom Stockman by Guy Boothby

Robert Louis Stevenson My own way freely, and not yours; And, careless of a town’s abusing, Seek real friendship that endures Among the friends of my own choosing. New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson

But I presently discovered that he was suffering from a suppressed communication. Her Murderer by Mary Cholmondeley [1921]

There have been so many worse conflicts since that act of supreme German folly and wickedness. The Dark Cottage by Mary Cholmondeley [1921]

But he had made her promise that if by any chance he should be delayed, she would not go with the others, but would wait until he came to fetch her. White Magic by Ella D'Arcy [1894]

Sophie, I’m sure she heard what we saidthat we should like to steal the trinkets. Sophie Chalk by Ellen Wood [1869]

Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch Yes, that is it,” as one of the pirates produced a bottle and held it under his nose. The Poisoned Ice by Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

Charles Kingsley Your duty is to find out the How of things; ours, to find out the Why. If you rejoin that we shall never find out the Why, unless we first learn something of the How, we shall not deny that. The Natural Theology of the Future by Charles Kingsley

Virginia Woolf But now that we can read, what prevents us from judging the results? Before we bring another child into the world we must swear that we will find out what the world is like. Monday or Tuesday by Virginia Woolf [1921]

Arthur Conan Doyle His family was great in the county, and his kinsmen held favor with the King, so that his neighbors feared to push things too far against him. Sir Nigel by Arthur Conan Doyle [1906]

William Makepeace Thackeray Let any one look at the noble head of Nelson in the “Family Library,” and they will, we are sure, think with us that the designer must have felt and loved what he drew. George Cruikshank by William Makepeace Thackeray [1840]

Arthur Conan Doyle Geniuses are more commonly read about than seen, but one could not speak five minutes with Crabbe without recognising that he had inherited some touch of that subtle, indefinable essence. Crabbe’s Practice by Arthur Conan Doyle

Arthur Conan Doyle I’m in agreement with the Professor that we reserve the caviare for supper. The Pot of Caviare by Arthur Conan Doyle [1908]

Guy de Maupassant And then she exclaimed: “Oh, he is not going to die; tell me that he is not going to die, I beg of you; tell him that I love him, that I worship him. Madame Hermet by Guy de Maupassant [1887]

Elizabeth Gaskell My eyes are dim with a strange mist; but some voice tells me that you will forgive even Richard Jackson. Dear husband - dearest John, it is so dark, I cannot see you: but speak once to me. The Heart of John Middleton by Elizabeth Gaskell [1850]

H.P. Lovecraft I am not given to emotion of any kind, but my amazement was very great when I saw what lay revealed in that electrical glow. The Temple by H.P. Lovecraft [1920]

On that occasion the violence of the emotion was followed by a most paternal and complacent recovery. To-morrow by Joseph Conrad [1902]

This was a little too much; the County Committee held a hasty meeting, and decided that it must be stopped; so I, Henry Barber, was sent for to make arrangements to that end. The Fourth Estate by Ambrose Bierce

The whole thing was so cold-blooded, so deliberate, so shameful, that I felt I had only to wipe her out of my memory, and leave her to her fate. An Engineer’s Story by Amelia B. Edwards

Rudyard Kipling The concierge and his wife at the boarding-house also told me tales of that war of which I comprehended — and forgot — nothing. Souvenirs of France by Rudyard Kipling

O’er these wintry wilds, ALONE, Thou wouldst joy to wander free; And it will not please thee less, Though that bliss be shared with me. Selections from Poems by Acton Bell by Anne Brontë [1846]

Henry James Lloyd would give up the child, their eyes would meet, their hands would touch, and Rosalind would extinguish the little girl’s sobs upon the snowy folds of the kerchief that crossed her bosom. The romance of certain old clothes by Henry James [1868]

But the chief objection that I see to this hasty union, Dorothy,” continued Miss Deavor, “is that thee knows next to nothing about the young man. The Story of Dorothy Grape by Ellen Wood [1881]

It was mine to give — that moment, and he has waited — I know — wondering whether perhaps it would ever come. The Pool in the Desert by Sara Jeannette Duncan [1903]

When that event would take place, or how long it would be, appeared to be hidden in the archives of the future. The Curate of St. Matthew’s by Ellen Wood [1879]

William Harrison Ainsworth I am a thing abandoned of God and man — and did you but see the scared heart that scarcely beats within this moving mass of deformity, you would flee me, as you would an adder in your path. The Spectre Bride by William Harrison Ainsworth [1822]

H.P. Lovecraft When that happens, the man who knows must strike before reckoning the consequences. The Thing on the Doorstep by H.P. Lovecraft [1933]

E. F. Benson And though I did not in my heart believe that our expedition would end in anything but yawns, I was conscious of an extreme tension and rawness of nerves, which I set down to the thunder-charged air. Gavon’s Eve by E. F. Benson

Though it might be only the Gospel that fell to his share in the communion service, the crowd listened, enraptured, to his sweet, melodious tones. The Story of Dorothy Grape by Ellen Wood [1881]

Wilkie Collins He is so madly in love with you, Miss, that he is all but beside himself. The Devil’s Spectacles by Wilkie Collins [1879]

Guy de Maupassan And in spite of this, some people will deny that men who are utterly cleared out, often have a stroke of luck. A Useful House (Finesse) by Guy de Maupassan

H.P. Lovecraft You’ve seen one of the changes, too — in your car after I told you about Asenath that day coming home from Maine. That was when she got me — drove me out of my body. The Thing on the Doorstep by H.P. Lovecraft [1933]

Guy de Maupassant But what I adore above all in the mustache is that it is French, altogether French. It came from our ancestors, the Gauls, and has remained the insignia of our national character. The Mustache (Good Reasons) (Le Moustache) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

In making the attempt, my chisel brought out a monster, of which [and that was fortunate] the world had no type or resemblance to show. Schiller by Thomas De Quincey

Edith Wharton While these reflections were passing through my mind I was aware that Merrick’s eyes rested still on her. The Long Run by Edith Wharton [1916]

Ivan Turgenev The dreams were either uninteresting (Byelovzorov had dreamed that he fed his mare on carp, and that she had a wooden head), or unnatural and invented. First Love by Ivan Turgenev

D. H. Lawrence Geoffrey flushed with hate, and had an impulse to set his foot on that moving, taunting mouth, which was there below him. Love Among the Haystacks by D. H. Lawrence [1930]

W. W. Jacobs I will kill —” He paused, and his eye fell on the cat, which at that moment sprang up and took its old place on the counter. The Brown Man’s Servant by W. W. Jacobs

Ralph Waldo Emerson And on the whole, one may say, that aims so generous, and so forced on them by the times, will not be relinquished, even if these attempts fail, but will be prosecuted until they succeed. The Young American by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1844]

Charles Kingsley It is for this reason that the London clay is said to be Eocene, that is, the dawn of the new creation. Thoughts in a Gravel-Pit by Charles Kingsley

There was no answer but a groan, and horse and man went racing down the dark hollows of the Whinny Knowes. How he escaped a broken neck in that dreadful place no human being will ever ken. The Outgoing of the Tide by John Buchan [1902]

I found my eyes straying often to the little party in the cool twilight of that refectory. The Company of the Marjolaine by John Buchan

He wanted the Princess to come back and to be somewhere near if there was a fight going, so that she might be a witness of his devotion. Huntingtower by John Buchan [1922]

I should not have had that sovereign now, but it is the change out of the spirit bill that she sent me to pay. Breaking Down by Ellen Wood [1872]

H. G. Wells So that Mr. Polly had been led into hatred and a series of disagreeable quarrels with his landlord, his wholesalers, and most of his neighbours. The History of Mr. Polly by H. G. Wells [1910]

Robert Louis Stevenson It was about two in the afternoon of Friday that I found myself in front of the Emigrant House, with more than a hundred others, to be sorted and boxed for the journey. Across the Plains by Robert Louis Stevenson

D. H. Lawrence And she began to strip the small feathers, so that they rose on the wind like dust. The Man Who Died by D. H. Lawrence

John Polidori Me thought, in fine, that the dreams of poets were the realities of life. The Vampyre by John Polidori

E. F. Benson There is nothing to be afraid of: I must remember that myself . In the Tube by E. F. Benson

I realised miserably that sooner or later I must fight it out with my conscience. No-Man’s-Land by John Buchan [1899]

They lay moored round him that night, attaching cables to him or anchoring hard by; they had vast glass anchors, very strong. The True History by Lucian of Samosata

Arnold Benne It is the realisation of this profound and neglected truth (which, by the way, I have not discovered) that has led me to the minute practical examination of daily time-expenditure. How to Live on Twenty-Four Hours a Day by Arnold Benne

The sheet of paper had been torn from the top to the bottom, so that the end of each line was missing. Eleanor's Victory by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1863]

W. W. Jacobs What’s that lantern-faced swab shoving his ugly mug into the daylight for?” “Get off,” said the pawnbroker to the assistant, who was quietly and unobtrusively making a third. The Brown Man’s Servant by W. W. Jacobs

He who thinks that praise of mediocrity atones for disparagement of genius is like one who should plead robbery in excuse of theft. Epigrams by Ambrose Bierce

Charles Dickens What I have got to do, before all other things, is to trace out the meaning of this paper, for the sake of the Good Name that has no one else to put it right. A Message from the Sea by Charles Dickens [1860]

H. G. Wells It made me inattentive so that in the afternoon my combinations at croquet were unusually shortsighted and poor, and in the evening I offended my aunt deeply by failing to play up to my usual form. The Croquet Player by H. G. Wells [1936]

H. G. Wells These Mousterians are also called Neandertalers. Until quite recently it was supposed that they were true men like ourselves. The Grisly Folk by H. G. Wells [1921]

D. H. Lawrence A saucy, flamboyant bird, that has already made the final acquaintance of the three tattered hens. The Man Who Died by D. H. Lawrence

E. F. Benson At that point his astuteness and composure failed him. The Confession of Charles Linkworth by E. F. Benson

Charles Dickens It was through my glass partition that I first saw the gentleman whose story I am going to tell. Hunted Down by Charles Dickens [1860]

So forcible, indeed, was this last one that I thought the lid was cleft atwain. The Death of Olivier Becaille by Émile Zola

Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch I ask for a month’s trial; if at the end of that time I don’t suit, you shall say so, and I’ll march from your door with nothing in my pocket but my month’s wages. The Two Householders by Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch [1893]

Every body knows how contagious is fear of all sorts, but more especially that particular kind of fear under which poor Tom was at that moment labouring. An Account of Some Strange Disturbances in Aungier Street by J. Sheridan Le Fanu [1851]

Thomas Paine But as it will always happen that the greater number of blind persons will be among those who are above the age of fifty years, they will be provided for in that class. Agrarian Justice by Thomas Paine

But that was a great deal to people like ourselves. Her Murderer by Mary Cholmondeley [1921]

Marjorie Bowen I think now, as I thought then, that it was quite impossible for Colonel Bulkeley to realise what Hector Greatrix really was, or the set to which he belonged. The Bishop of Hell by Marjorie Bowen

Where had he been all that while? they asked. A Life of Trouble by Ellen Wood [1870]

Henry James He went for a winter to Italy, where, I take it, he was not quite so much afflicted as he ought to have been at the sight of the beautiful spiritual repose that he had missed. A Light Man by Henry James [1869]

I admit it is improbable, but there was the man — and for days, nay, for weeks — it didn’t enter our heads that we had amongst us the only living soul that had escaped from that disaster. Amy Foster by Joseph Conrad [1901]

Guy de Maupassan One of us said: “Here’s a funny thing that happened to me on, that very subject. The Wardrobe by Guy de Maupassan

Well, she died, my lady; died quietly in that room; and Calson ordered a grand funeral. A Curious Experience by Ellen Wood [1883]

Charles Dickens But, the House was so dismal arterwards, that I giv it up, and took to the Wan again. Going into Society by Charles Dickens [1858]

H.P. Lovecraft We shall see that at which dogs howl in the dark, and that at which cats prick up their ears after midnight. From Beyond by H.P. Lovecraft [1920]

H.P. Lovecraft I do not know — but others have strange things to tell of Edward and Asenath Derby, and even the stolid police are at their wits’ ends to account for that last terrible visit. The Thing on the Doorstep by H.P. Lovecraft [1933]

Robert Louis Stevenson Do you know that the walls extended as far as the Commanderie? Tradition so reports. The Treasure of Franchard by Robert Louis Stevenson

Guy de Maupassant They had scarcely known their father; all they knew was that he had made their mother unhappy without learning any further details. A Dead Woman’s Secret (La Veillée) by Guy de Maupassant [1882]

What do you hear about me?” “Nothing but regret that it ——” “I don’t mean that stuff. Wolfe Barrington’s Taming by Ellen Wood [1870]

Robert Green Ingersoll They were not quite so bad as they were before, and Heaven justified slavery at that time. On Skulls by Robert Green Ingersoll

William Hope Hodgson I’ve often regretted that gale, you know — in a way, that is, in a way. The Derelict by William Hope Hodgson

E. F. Benson They came sailing in of an evening, settling on one’s skin so quietly that one perceived nothing till the sharp stab announced that one had been bitten. Mrs. Amworth by E. F. Benson

Edward Jenner Finding that it has been confounded with the more eligible modes of preservation, I will explain myself further. On Vaccination Against Smallpox by Edward Jenner

As I followed, a startling recollection came over me, and I wondered how it was that all of us had been so senseless as to forget it: that one particular spot on the river was known to be dangerous. The Beginning of the End by Ellen Wood [1869]

Henry David Thoreau How important is their evergreen to the winter, that portion of the summer which does not fade, the permanent year, the unwithered grass. A Winter Walk by Henry David Thoreau [1843]

Guy de Maupassan I do not regret, and I never shall, that I told you of my affection. Our Letters by Guy de Maupassan

Guy de Maupassan It was said that he never refused his services when he saw a chance of gain. The Baroness by Guy de Maupassan

E. F. Benson I can easily imagine such a deed so eating into the material scene, the room or the haunted heath, where it happens, that its mark lasts an enormous time. The Other Bed by E. F. Benson

E. F. Benson I could see, as he spoke, the looks which the congregation exchanged with each other, and knew that his words were evoking a surmise, a remembrance. Negotium Perambulans by E. F. Benson

H.P. Lovecraf It was by the light of candles that I read — I recall the relentless dripping of the wax — and there were chimes that came every now and then from distant belfries. Fragments by H.P. Lovecraf

Guy de Maupassant The truth was suspected only later, when it became known that the battalion of the commandant had been sent away, to a distance and that Monsieur de Carmelin had been severely punished. Madame Parisse by Guy de Maupassant [1886]

In both countries the Georgian and Circassian slaves who have been taught the art of pleasing, are bought by the wealthy for their amusement and that of their wives and concubines. ’On with the Dance!’ by Ambrose Bierce

H.P. Lovecraft Very suddenly Barzai went out of Atal’s sight, scaling a hideous cliff that seemed to bulge outward and block the path for any climber not inspired of earth’s gods. The Other Gods by H.P. Lovecraft [1921]

Anthony Trollope If he will go back and examine, he will find that they are all there. Is He Popenjoy? by Anthony Trollope [1878]

Kate Chopin He absented himself from home; and when there, avoided her presence and that of her child, without excuse. Short stories by Kate Chopin

After that I do not think he spoke once till we arrived at More, but sat huddled together, with the driving rug almost up to his chin — an eccentric figure of a man. The Watcher by the Threshold by John Buchan [1900]

G. K. Chesterton We were ushered into the house very quickly, but not so quickly but that our host, a white-haired man with a fiery face, came out quickly to meet us. The Club of Queer Trades by G. K. Chesterton [1905]

Wilkie Collins During that time, Jane Langley was frequently visited at her aunt’s house, by her father and mother. The Twin Sisters by Wilkie Collins [1851]

Benjamin Disraeli It is a faction, and generally a small one, that overthrows a dynasty or remodels a constitution. The Spirit of Whiggism by Benjamin Disraeli

I will come back to this presently, and I hope that by that time the meaning of what I have said here will have become clearer. Politics and the English Language by George Orwell

John Galsworthy In Washington, District of Columbia, the “Fall” sun shone, and all that was not evergreen or stone in Rock Creek Cemetery was glowing. Passers By by John Galsworthy

George Gissing As often as not, it’s mere passivity that effects the end. A Lodger in Maze Pond by George Gissing

Henry Handel Richardson And, then, so wild were his extravagances that his name burned on men’s lips. Succedaneum by Henry Handel Richardson

Guy de Maupassant All that it needed to cap the climax would be to be recognized by that beggar. My Uncle Jules (Mon oncle Jules) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

Guy de Maupassant The common herd are neither charitable nor refined, and every eye was turned towards that poor lady. Madame Baptiste by Guy de Maupassant [1882]

H. G. Wells Then one day, one of the children, eating those little green thorn-buds that rustic English children speak of as bread and cheese, ventured too far from the others. The Grisly Folk by H. G. Wells [1921]

Abraham Merri There were no trees down except those that lay upon them. The Woman of the Wood by Abraham Merri

William Makepeace Thackeray It is to you that I owe most of my knowledge of our neighbors; from you it is that most of the facts and observations contained in these brief pages are taken. Our Street by William Makepeace Thackeray [1848]

I do not believe that I had any positive motive in doing so. The Death of Olivier Becaille by Émile Zola

Elizabeth Von Arnim Certain it is that they don’t exist in the Fatherland, so I can only conclude the winter kills them, for surely, if such lovely things would grow, they never would have been overlooked. Elizabeth and her German Garden by Elizabeth Von Arnim [1898]

It was at this hour that I saw her. The Story of Salome by Amelia B. Edwards

E. F. Benson The title at the top of the page showed me that the article in question was an interview with Lady Bassenthwaite, and her portrait and that of her husband made a frontispiece to it. The China Bowl by E. F. Benson

Robert Louis Stevenson From that time forward, Mr. Utterson began to haunt the door in the by-street of shops. The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson [1886]

He ceased; then with a sudden, vengeful yell, ‘It’s that woman! — it’s that woman that has sold us,’ was heard running off in the night. Because of the Dollars by Joseph Conrad [1915]

But Gertrude was of the opinion that Miss Jones’s shortsightedness was no real drawback. The Stars in their Courses by Mary Cholmondeley [1921]

But it was to bring these things about, and to enforce the recognition of these truths, that Joseph Priestley laboured. Joseph Priestley by Thomas Henry Huxley

George Meredith She struck a feeble hand, and tried to pray, Clamoured of treachery, and had recourse To drunken outcries in her dream that Force Needed but hear her shouting to obey. Odes in Contribution to the Song of French History by George Meredith [1898]

Charles Kingsley And bear in mind, as I said just now, that this study of natural history is the grammar of that very physical science which has enabled England thus to replenish the earth and subdue it. How to Study Natural History by Charles Kingsley

Anthony Trollope It is right that I should let you know that I do not believe that this woman was ever Lord Lovel’s wife. Lady Anna by Anthony Trollope

Guy de Maupassan Think that never, do you understand, never, does a woman burn, tear or destroy the letters in which it is told her that she is loved. Our Letters by Guy de Maupassan

Guy de Maupassant However, I asked: “Who is this Madame Parisse?” He seemed astonished that I did not know the story. Madame Parisse by Guy de Maupassant [1886]

Pu Songling But as I had not forgotten my former condition, I was so ashamed, that the first day I came on earth I threw myself under the wheels of a heavy carriage and died. Strange Stories from the Lodge of Leisures by Pu Songling [1740]

Sending his pleasant blue eyes straight into Sir John’s, he assured him that he did not anticipate mischief, or see reason to fear it. At Whitney Hall by Ellen Wood [1872]

H.P. Lovecraft Olney does not recall many of the wonders he told, or even who he was; but says that he was strange and kindly, and filled with the magic of unfathomed voids of time and space. The Strange High House in the Mist by H.P. Lovecraft [1926]

To-day a list of these men’s names with a cross against that of each one whom I know to be dead would look like a Roman Catholic cemetery. A Sole Survivor by Ambrose Bierce

Arnold Benne And without the power to concentrate — that is to say, without the power to dictate to the brain its task and to ensure obedience — true life is impossible. How to Live on Twenty-Four Hours a Day by Arnold Benne

Perhaps he could not entirely divest himself of that idea of the “ambush. Charles Van Rheyn by Ellen Wood [1875]

E. F. Benson I gave sundry toasts, that were washed down at the same time, till the room spun round and the candles danced in our eyes. Charlotte Bronte by E. F. Benson [1932]

Marjorie Bowen All had the same impression, that this was some garment belonging to his dead wife and as such cherished by him; all, that is, but Elisa, who had heard him call Flora Orford a wicked woman. Scoured Silk by Marjorie Bowen

H.P. Lovecraft But on every hand I was disappointed; since all that I found were vast shelves of marble, bearing odious oblong boxes of disturbing size. The Outsider by H.P. Lovecraft [1921]

I was about twelve years old, and my imagination impressible, as it always is at that age. Mr. Justice Harbottle by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Marjorie Bowen This, in a fashion, was confirmed by what she had told me, and I was the more inclined to believe it, as my inner senses told me that she was not dead. The Avenging of Ann Leete by Marjorie Bowen

D. H. Lawrence It was suddenly suggested at Nuttall that they should go over the fields to Bulwell, and into Nottingham that way. Strike-Pay by D. H. Lawrence [1913]

Guy de Maupassant That divine kiss makes them one, that kiss, which is the gate of a terrestrial heaven, that kiss which speaks of human delights, which continually promises them, announces them, and precedes them. The Bed (Le Lit) by Guy de Maupassant [1882]

Herman Melville Of that knit wood, but one survivor stands — an elm, lonely through steadfastness. The Piazza by Herman Melville

At this George lays his arms and his head on his desk, so that Cloete feels sorry for him. The Partner by Joseph Conrad [1915]

D. H. Lawrence The last had been on his arrival in Sydney. For some reason he felt absolutely wretched and dismal on that Saturday morning when the ship came into Sydney harbour. Kangaroo by D. H. Lawrence

W. W. Jacobs He entered boldly, and as he passed along one side of a row of shelves could have sworn that he heard a stealthy footfall on the other. The Brown Man’s Servant by W. W. Jacobs

Guy de Maupassan She walked with a swinging gait that was not graceful, but somehow attracted one. The Unknown by Guy de Maupassan

Elizabeth Gaskell But you mun not think badly of Will. He’s so good hissel, that he can’t understand how any one can do wrong; and, above all, I’m sure he loves you dearly. Lizzie Leigh by Elizabeth Gaskell [1855]

If stood on high ground, and immediately behind it rose the steep side of Erin Tor, crowned with enormous boulders that gave it a strangely wild appearance. The Black Lady of Brin Tor by Guy Boothby

Guy de Maupassant He recalled many things that she had said to him, the sweet intonations of her voice, the little significant smiles that meant so much. Regret by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

Philip Sidney He that after ten denials, Dares attempt no farther trials, Hath no warrant to acquire The dainties of his chaste desire. Poems by Philip Sidney

No doubt they thought of men and women as mere youngsters that must be taught their place, since any living person, however senile, would be thought juvenile compared with a timeless spook. The Imperishable Ghost by Dorothy Scarborough [1921]

For five he sate with eyes upraised, like one that prayed in sorrow, under some extremity of doubt, for wisdom to guide him towards the better choice. The English Mail-coach by Thomas De Quincey [1849]

Arthur Conan Doyle It was not until he was well in that he suddenly recollected having heard us mention in the morning that there was none in the house. Our Derby Sweepstakes by Arthur Conan Doyle

Guy de Maupassant One of these days I intend to return to Italy, and I cannot help remembering with a certain amount of uneasiness, mingled with hope, that Madame Rondoli has two more daughters. The Rondoli Sisters by Guy de Maupassant [1884]

The great truth of a dual soul existence, that was dimly apprehended by one of your Western novelists, has been demonstrated by me in the laboratory with my camera. The Mysterious Card by Cleveland Moffett [1895]

It was a commodious house as to size; but all the rooms were in an everlasting litter, so that you could never find a chair to sit down on. A Day of Pleasure by Ellen Wood [1872]

You fellows know there are those voyages that seem ordered for the illustration of life, that might stand for a symbol of existence. Youth by Joseph Conrad [1898]

Alexander Pope Grant that the powerful still the weak control; Be Man the wit and tyrant of the whole: 50 Nature that tyrant checks; he only knows, And helps, another creature’s wants and woes. An Essay on Man by Alexander Pope [1734]

Yes, I am growing stronger; but it seems to me that I am a long while about it. In Later Years by Ellen Wood [1887]

D. H. Lawrence Then a corncrake began to call in the meadow across the river, a strange, dispassionate sound, that made him feel not quite satisfied, not quite sure. The Overtone by D. H. Lawrence [1933]

Arthur Conan Doyle But I thought at the time — and I was not the only one — that this man’s name and work would not be forgotten, and that there would be a curse on the place that had done such a deed. The Centurion by Arthur Conan Doyle

Edgar Allan Poe Stay for me there! I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale. The Assignation by Edgar Allan Poe [1834]

There must have been some reason for it, he seemed to think, some very powerful inducement, that would bring him back to Colebrook again. To-morrow by Joseph Conrad [1902]

Robert Louis Stevenson But I had no sooner reached the window than I forgot all else in the sight that met my eyes, and I made but two bounds into my clothes, and down the crazy plank to the platform. The Sea Fogs by Robert Louis Stevenson

David Hume These mistakes were indeed, at that time almost universal in this kingdom. Of the Parties of Great Britain by David Hume

Through his influence, it came about that on that very night Burwell stood by the bedside of this mysterious woman. The Mysterious Card by Cleveland Moffett [1895]

I brought it home and sorted the letters at that desk, ready for the two men to take out in the morning. Lost in the Post by Ellen Wood [1870]

From observations about the young lambs, and a broken fence that he went into a passion over, the Squire suddenly plunged into something else. At Miss Deveen’s by Ellen Wood [1869]

Arthur Conan Doyle Could it be that some ruffian had observed me and was hunting me down as one stalks a deer? He waa coming nearer and nearer. The Heiress of Glenmahowley by Arthur Conan Doyle

Guy de Maupassant The Prussian, perfectly calm, went on, with hand outstretched toward the river: “Just think that in five minutes you will be at the bottom of that water. Two Friends (A Fishing Excursion) (Deux Amis) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

Elizabeth Gaskell She would plead for all when I was frill of anger and passion; only Dick Jackson’s name passed never between our lips during all that time. The Heart of John Middleton by Elizabeth Gaskell [1850]

Tall plants of bright and spicy bloom Around the threshold grow; Their leaves and blossoms shade the room From that sun’s deepening glow. Poems by Currer Bell by Charlotte Bronte [1846]

The second-in-command has his place on the left; the commander-in-chief on the right; his place, that is, is assigned to him as in the rites of mourning. Tao Te Ching by Lao tzu

Guy de Maupassant In that manner, at least, every one would know by sight the personnel of the state. Sundays of a Bourgeois (Les Dimanches d’un bourgeois de Paris) by Guy de Maupassant [1880]

D. H. Lawrence She studied her face, her whole figure, and decided that it was POSITIVE. There was no denying it. Mother and Daughter by D. H. Lawrence [1929]

Henry James I remember even that Nina went so far as to say to me once, looking me full in the eyes, quite sublimely, “I’ve made out what you mean — she is a picture. The Beldonald Holbein by Henry James [1901]

Then the idea dawned upon me as I was looking at that ghost-ridden, wretched fool. The Black Mate by Joseph Conrad [1908]

D. H. Lawrence She dreaded almost too much the icy cold of that other bunk. The Princess by D. H. Lawrence [1925]