Phrases with "what"

Nellie Bly It was not very long before she returned with what I had ordered on a large, badly battered tray, which she banged down before me. Ten Days in a Mad-House by Nellie Bly

Olaf Stapledon Leaving aside this speculation, what are we to conclude about the doctrines of the saints? The difficulties in them incline one to dismiss the whole matter as sheer verbiage. Saints and Revolutionaries by Olaf Stapledon

As I told you, it was a numerical cypher, and by an elaborate system of experiments I had pretty well discovered what were the nulls and stops. The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan [1915]

Thomas Hardy Why had he failed? To what was her strange conduct owing? That was the thing which puzzled him. The Romantic Adventures of a Milkmaid by Thomas Hardy

Rudyard Kipling It’s enough to make a man sick to go in over yonder to —— and see what they do; and then come back an’ see what we do. Letters of Marque by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Wilkie Collins If I am Thomas Wildfang, what are you?” “Your captain, once more. Miss or Mrs? by Wilkie Collins [1871]

He would just tell him what a clod he was. The Dark Highway by Arthur Gask [1928]

Along the course the public park gave way at times to the grounds of private villas; before one of these a boy did what he could for us by playing ball with a priest. Familiar Spanish Travels by William Dean Howells

E. F. Benson That’s what we have got to find out. Mrs. Amworth by E. F. Benson

I have told you already what the impressions were which these people produced upon my mind. Eothen by Alexander William Kinglake [1844]

Rudyard Kipling Dumoise, our doctor, also saw what Strickland and I saw. Life’s Handicap by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

H. G. Wells Some way down the central vista was a little table of white metal, laid with what seemed a meal. The Time Machine by H. G. Wells [1896]

Guy de Maupassan With a rapid gesture he tore the decoration from his buttonhole and throwing it in the fire exclaimed: “That is what a decoration is worth which is given by a scoundrel of your order. Bel Ami by Guy de Maupassan

Willa Cather He was thinking, indeed, about Polly, and how he might never have known what a tender heart she had if he hadn’t got sick over there. Obscure Destinies by Willa Cather [1932]

I know not by what whimsical link of association the recapitulation of this insect din suggests the recollection of other discords, at least as harsh and much more troublesome. Domestic Manners of the Americans by Fanny Trollope

Wilkie Collins Will you receive me as a visitor, under these extraordinary circumstances? Will you give me a little happiness to compensate for what I have suffered since you left me?” She smiled and blushed. A Rogue’s Life by Wilkie Collins [1879]

Thomas Hardy At any count, I can hear what he’s got to say about ‘ee, and come back here and tell ‘ee. The Romantic Adventures of a Milkmaid by Thomas Hardy

William Makepeace Thackeray I kept his books, and did what little I could to make myself useful: carrying about boots and shoes, as if I had never borne his Majesty’s commission. The Fatal Boots by William Makepeace Thackeray [1839]

Henry James Now this fresh impression of minewhat do you propose to do with it when you get it?” “Such things are always useful. Confidence by Henry James [1879]

Henry James Haven’t I a right to assume that till the contrary’s proved? May I speak to your father? That’s what I want to know. Lady Barbarina by Henry James [1884]

Lead the way and we’ll soon see what your find is. The Dark Highway by Arthur Gask [1928]

An occasional glimpse of his handsome profile as he turned his head one way or the other proved that the interest which he took in what was going on was natural and without affectation. Tales of Soldiers and Civilians by Ambrose Bierce

But he learnt nothing from these rebuffs, and there was no kudos to be gained by showing him what an utter ass he really was. Quod Erat Demonstrandum by Guy Boothby

He could not use the door; he knew not what perils lay behind it. Limehouse Nights by Thomas Burke

Henry James When she wrote to me to ask leave she told me what I tell you. Pandora by Henry James [1884]

W. H. Hudson Locke somewhere says that unless we refresh our mental pictures of what we have seen by looking again at their originals, they fade, and in the end are lost. Idle Days in Patagonia by W. H. Hudson

John Stuart Mill It is for him to find out what part of recorded experience is properly applicable to his own circumstances and character. On Liberty by John Stuart Mill [1859]

Madame had caught her daughter by the hand and was probably unaware what passion she had put into her clasp. The Forsaken Inn by Anna Katharine Green

John Keats Oh what can ail thee Knight at arms Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the Lake And no birds sing. La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

Thomas Hardy Do you consider by eight o’clock what little article, what little treat, you would most like of any. The Romantic Adventures of a Milkmaid by Thomas Hardy

Do you know what answer I got?” Lingard stopped short in his walk before Almayer, who went on, after an impressive pause, with growing animation. An Outcast of the Islands by Joseph Conrad [1896]

I can’t tell you what a disappointment that was. Milly Darrell by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1873]

Arthur Morrison Then a comrade asked what had better be blown up first. Tales of Mean Streets by Arthur Morrison

Referring to his own embarrassment, he proceeds in the expression of a resolve, often repeated, “Come what may, Newstead and I stand or fall together. Byron by John Nichol [1880]

John Galsworthy That evening, having inspected what they had brought, he stayed up to dinner, sitting between them at the little round table they used when they were alone. Awakening by John Galsworthy

Research Workers stick to what they did. The Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey

William Makepeace Thackeray The money’s as much mine as it is yours, and I’ll have it or keep Walker’s body, that’s what I will. Mens Wives by William Makepeace Thackeray [1843]

E. T. A. Hoffmann The bright morning came and revealed to the light what had been begun in the hours of darkness. Mademoiselle De Scudéri by E. T. A. Hoffmann

Not only was everything told of the finding of the car and the body, but the authorities made no secret either of their opinion as to what had become of the other missing man. The Dark Highway by Arthur Gask [1928]

Accordingly, an attempt has been made to show that what we have is something different from the “meditation” which Chaucer originally put into his “Parson’s” mouth. Chaucer by Adolphus William Ward [1879]

Elizabeth Gaskell But I had an uneasy feeling sometimes when I thought of what I had done in the excitement of seeing Phillis so ill and in so much trouble. Cousin Phillis by Elizabeth Gaskell [1864]

The Squire asked him what he’d take, and being thirsty, he chose cider. Major Parrifer by Ellen Wood [1868]

Kenneth Grahame This is a Thursday. Now, this is what occurs to me: you’re very rich — at least you’re always telling me so — and she’s very poor. The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

H. G. Wells It is what even I am only beginning to realize. The Croquet Player by H. G. Wells [1936]

John Hill Burton To some it is a drag, preventing them from doing what is right; for they feel that they have already registered a vow in heaven to do what is wrong. Introduction to the Study of the Works of Jeremy Bentham by John Hill Burton

H. G. Wells And you know as well as I know, Sir Bussy, what it needs to win. The Autocracy of Mr. Parham by H. G. Wells [1930]

William Makepeace Thackeray This is what both parties saw. Dr. Birch and his young friends by William Makepeace Thackeray [1849]

Geoffrey Chaucer My sone, God of his endelees goodnesse Walled a tonge with teeth and lippes eke, For man sholde hym avyse what he speeke. The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

H.G. Wells I do not know what would become of the poor if it was not for me. The Wonderful Visit by H.G. Wells [1895]

Arthur Machen Still; what do we know? He may have been mistaken, “the great rose of fire” that came over the deep may have been the port light of a coasting-ship. Holy Terrors by Arthur Machen

Jules Verne If at a future time she informs me of what she has hitherto concealed from us, you shall know about it immediately. The Underground City by Jules Verne [1877]

He wondered at the wickedness of Providence that had made him what he was; that, worse still, permitted such a creature as Almayer to live. An Outcast of the Islands by Joseph Conrad [1896]

Boats gone, decks swept clean, cabin gutted, men without a stitch but what they stood in, stores spoiled, ship strained. Youth by Joseph Conrad [1898]

But I have been in too many wars to set much store by what the commonalty alone can do. The Blanket of the Dark by John Buchan [1931]

Henry Lawson That’s what made him so excited. While the Billy Boils by Henry Lawson

Nathaniel Hawthorne Yet I wish you would explain to me what you mean. The Ancestral Footstep by Nathaniel Hawthorne

I told her what I had come for, and took the chair in front of her. Featherston’s Story by Ellen Wood [1889]

Anthony Hope Now, be the meat what it might, the wine we drank was beyond all price or praise, and we did it justice. The Prisoner of Zenda by Anthony Hope

Anatole France One evening under the porch of St Benoît le Bétourné, where there are stone seats all round, she taught me what till then I had not known, but which she had known for a long time. At the Sign of the Reine Pédauque by Anatole France

If either refers what he perceives with his senses to a mental concept, then so do both. The Descent of Man by Charles Darwin

When I first found her in the passage, I asked her why she had gone there, or what she wanted, and she said, ‘the key. The Box with the Iron Clamps by Florence Marrya

And this is what passed at Reed’s — as it leaked out to the world afterwards. Hester Reed’s Pills by Ellen Wood [1874]

My father offered it to the editor of the paper I worked on, and I first knew, with mingled shame and pride, of what he had done when I saw it in the journal. My Literary Passions by William Dean Howells

Wilkie Collins Do you remember what it was?” I remembered perfectly. The Dead Alive by Wilkie Collins [1874]

M. R. James Why he went and what he done was our question for as much as a year after; for he never took his ‘urdy-gurdy, and there it lays on the shelf. Ghost Stories of an Antiquary by M. R. James

Rudyard Kipling He supposed they knew — hey? — what he had come down for? It was not often that he had an opportunity to talk to boys. Stalky & Co. by Rudyard Kipling [1899]

H. Rider Haggard Say what fate for me, foster-father — the Stone of Doom and the pool where faithless women lie? Ah, then might Gudruda laugh indeed, and I will not live to hear that laugh. Eric Brighteyes by H. Rider Haggard

Henry James You’ve HAD it,” said May Bartram. “But had what?” “Why what was to have marked you out. The Beast in the Jungle by Henry James [1903]

Edgar Allan Poe I never was so astonished in my life, not knowing what he intended, and thinking that the wines and liquors he had drunk had set him entirely beside himself. The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket by Edgar Allan Poe

Anthony Trollope But if he write his book or poem simply because a book or poem is required from him, let his capability be what it may, it is not unlikely that he will do it badly. Thackeray by Anthony Trollope [1879]

Elizabeth Gaskell I told her what a comfort she had been during my late time of anxiety; and then I stole out to try if I could hear the evening singing at the vicarage, by standing close to the garden-wall. Mr. Harrison’s Confessions by Elizabeth Gaskell [1851]

Edgar Allan Poe And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave. Old World Romances by Edgar Allan Poe

Henry James The American coast also might be pretty—he hardly knew what one would expect of an American coast; but he was sure it would be different. Pandora by Henry James [1884]

Andrew Lang Thorgaut answered that he might well do so, and that he did not care much what work he did. The Book of Dreams and Ghosts by Andrew Lang

True, there was an elder son; but, compared with what had been feared, that was a slight evil. The Silent Chimes by Ellen Wood

John Morley We cannot forfeit our right to it, but by what forfeits our title to the privileges of our kind. Burke by John Morley [1879]

G. K. Chesterton You may say that anti-Ibsenism is dead, or you may say that Ibsen is dead; in any case, that controversy is dead, and death, as the Roman poet says, can alone confess of what small atoms we are made. George Bernard Shaw by G. K. Chesterton [1909]

Edgar Rice Burroughs And then Tarzan of the Apes did just what his first ancestor would have done. Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs [1912]

Arthur Conan Doyle With sword or pistol I am at home, but here I only understood that I must struggle with this fat Englishman and do what I could, in spite of these great puddings upon my hands, to overcome him. The Adventures of Gerard by Arthur Conan Doyle [1903]

Heaven knows when we shall be old enough to speak plain, so that people may know what we mean!” Sunday Evening. — Monsieur de ——— has arrived, and is not worse. Life in Mexico by Frances Calderon de la Barca [1843]

Of course I knew that what could be put upon my back would be put; and there’s no denying that I was with the poachers. The Key of the Church by Ellen Wood [1875]

Robert Louis Stevenson There is here no declaration properly so called; the feeling is so plainly shared, that as soon as the man knows what it is in his own heart, he is sure of what it is in the woman’s. Virginibus Puerisque by Robert Louis Stevenson

Ralph Waldo Emerson Again, as if to intensate the influences that are not of race, what we think of when we talk of English traits really narrows itself to a small district. English Traits by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1856]

Helen Zimmern I need not tell you that my father, “Such in this moment as in all the past,” is kindness itself — kindness far superior to what I deserve, but I am grateful for it. Maria Edgeworth by Helen Zimmern

Arthur Schopenhauer If it is true that the Greeks excluded women from their theatres they were quite right in what they did; at any rate you would have been able to hear what was said upon the stage. Studies in Pessimism by Arthur Schopenhauer

Oscar Wilde It can do for us what History cannot do. Intentions by Oscar Wilde [1891]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Do you know what I call it myself?—the Spider’s Parlour! There are things go on there which no one has any idea of. The Amazing Partnership by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1914]

William Henry Hudson Can you explain to us what you mean by dressing in accordance with the fashion?” “My meaning is, that I simply desire to dress like one of yourselves, to see the last of these uncouth garments. A Crystal Age by William Henry Hudson

D. H. Lawrence Here was a blow for the q-b, who knows what Italian female fellow-passengers can be. Sea and Sardinia by D. H. Lawrence [1921]

Arthur Machen They all turned and looked at one another, that party of quest and rescue who knew not what they sought, what enemy they were to encounter. The Terror by Arthur Machen

Will you come into my office?” The proposal was so sudden, so unexpected, that Tom scarcely knew what to make of it. Chandler & Chandler by Ellen Wood [1875]

What he said cleared Fred Westerbrook — Duffham had no doubt gathered so much before he came for the Squire. Just what Fred had told us of the events of the night, Dick Standish confirmed now. The Syllabub Feast by Ellen Wood [1875]

Charles Dickens It’s of little matter what we say. The Cricket on the Hearth by Charles Dickens [1845]

At what time of the night she could not tell, she awoke, and saw a man, with his hat on, in her room. The Dead Sexton by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Edith Wharton She looked down at her shabby dress, and wondered what she should say when he saw her coming back empty-handed. Summer by Edith Wharton [1917]

George Meredith And because Miss Pollingray (Queen Elizabeth he calls her) looked half sad, I read it—! I do not write what I read it to be. The Gentleman of Fifty and the Damsel of Nineteen by George Meredith

How, then, doth it concern me?” “From what I can gather, my lord, there are those in it who desire private revenges upon certain judges. Mr. Justice Harbottle by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

E. Phillips Oppenheim I shan’t tell you what that condition is for the present but it won’t do you any harm. The Man Without Nerves by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1934]

Arthur Conan Doyle If this creature had a hand on each of us, what might she not do? April 16. The Parasite by Arthur Conan Doyle [1894]

What was to be done? — what was to be done? It seemed as if a great darkness had suddenly fallen upon us, and could never again be lifted. A Hunt by Moonlight by Ellen Wood [1868]

Elizabeth Gaskell For, above all, she dreaded lest some one might find out in what danger and peril she occasionally was, and might assume a right to take away her brother from her care. Half a Life-time Ago by Elizabeth Gaskell [1855]

The Squire talked of riding out; Whitney said he would go with him: Tod seemed undecided what he should do. Helen’s Curate by Ellen Wood [1877]

Edgar Allan Poe Be Wilson what he might, this, at least, was but the veriest of affectation, or of folly. William Wilson by Edgar Allan Poe

E. T. A. Hoffmann Here — here are Petrarch’s Sonnets and Ovid’s Elegies; take them, read them, write yourself, and come and read to me what you have written. Master Johannes Wacht by E. T. A. Hoffmann

Vsevolod Krestovsky Well, what about him?” he continued, indicating Prince Shadursky with his eyes. Knights of Industry by Vsevolod Krestovsky

G. K. Chesterton But owing to his English indolence, his English aristocratic irresponsibility, his English vagueness in thought, he always managed to make the main poem mean exactly what he did not mean. The Victorian Age in Literature by G. K. Chesterton [1913]

D. H. Lawrence But what sentimental luxury was this she was beginning? — She turned to consider the children. The Odour of Chrysanthemums by D. H. Lawrence

Guy de Maupassan Do you think that I would permit a woman to do what I myself am unable to tolerate? And, then, do you think that my stumps are pretty?” He was silent. The Cripple by Guy de Maupassan

Robert Green Ingersoll They must know something of books and something of what is going on in the world. The Ghosts and other lectures by Robert Green Ingersoll

But that’s a very good sample of what I mean. The Singing Sands by Josephine Tey [1952]

Wilkie Collins He asked it as a favour to himself, that no further notice might be taken of what had occurred. The Twin Sisters by Wilkie Collins [1851]

And what was your regiment?’ ‘The so-and-so, sir,’ the waiter would answer. Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell

E. T. A. Hoffmann Thus Traugott’s heart was the scene of contest between the most contradictory feelings; he could not make up his mind what to do. Arthur’s Hall by E. T. A. Hoffmann

M. R. James Even Mr. White, who was what you might call a hard nature of a man, was quite overcome and said a prayer for strength in the garden. A Warning to the Curious and other ghost stories by M. R. James

Elizabeth Gaskell It was not what he would have chosen, but he knew it was God that had sent the poor wandering idiot there. The Well of Pen-Morfa by Elizabeth Gaskell [1850]

So Robin arose quickly, and, bidding the landlord not to follow him, left the others gazing at one another, and wondering what was about to happen. The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood. by Written and illustrated by Howard Pyle

How unconscious, at the same time, this waking must have been is manifest from what little is known concerning the course of both his personal and his literary life during the next few years. Chaucer by Adolphus William Ward [1879]

Henry Fielding Hence, as with the gang of Captain Ulysses, ensues so total a transformation, that the man no more continues what he was. Journal of a Voyage to Lisbon by Henry Fielding

We must not seek to store ourselves, but must part with what we were for the use and behoof of others, as the poor part with their worldly gear when they move from one place to another. Literature and Life by William Dean Howells

My camp was beside a nala tree, and when I came back from his grave, and was about to set my fire for tea, I looked up and perceived what I thought was rain falling from out of the branches. The Passing of the Aborigines by Daisy Bates [1938]

Arthur Machen Tell me, Annie, what do they mean?” She laughed, and said it was only nonsense that the nurses sang to the children. The Hill of Dreams by Arthur Machen [1907]

Her mother was feasting her eyes and ears with what was taking place on the front verandah, and Nina approached to take her share in the rare pleasure of some novelty. Almayer’s Folly by Joseph Conrad [1895]

Arthur Conan Doyle We humoured him too much when he was a lad, and gave him his own way in everything until he came to think that the world was made for his pleasure, and that he could do what he liked in it. The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle [1902]

Edgar Allan Poe What I saw — what I heard — what I felt — what I thought — had about it nothing of the unmistakable idiosyncrasy of the dream. A Tale of the Ragged Mountains by Edgar Allan Poe [1844]

Guy de Maupassan A man who has attained his ambition knows what to count on; a man who has his way to make does not know what may come- -it may be better or worse. Bel Ami by Guy de Maupassan

M. R. James The result was not in the least what any of them anticipated. Ghost Stories of an Antiquary by M. R. James

Gaston Leroux Rouletabille and I had already agreed on what to say. Mystery of the Yellow Room by Gaston Leroux [1907]

For this is what our service arrangements were like. Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell

Guy de Maupassan No one had told her anything, and, as usual, she had not the slightest idea of what was going on. Une Vie (A Woman’s Life) by Guy de Maupassan

Elizabeth Gaskell I did say what I could to make things straight; but I don’t know if I did any good. Morton Hall by Elizabeth Gaskell [1853]

Jack London What for did I kill Ferguson? What for did Ferguson sing ‘Then I wisht I was a little bird’? That’s what I want to know. Lost Face by Jack London

Had a common stonecutter tried his hand upon the block out of which these statues were sculptured, what a lamentable want of symmetry and fine countenance there would have been. Wanderings in South America by Charles Waterton [1825]

Karl Philipp Moritz I supposed it to be a garden somewhat different from that of Vauxhall; but, in fact, I hardly knew what I thought of it. Travels in England in 1782 by Karl Philipp Moritz

Besides, what would the neighbors say? She’d feel ashamed for him because everyone knew about the story of her life and her lover. L’Assommoir by Émile Zola

I had my doubts, my reserves, where once I had given it my whole heart without question, and yet in what formed the greatness of the book it seemed to me greater than ever. My Literary Passions by William Dean Howells

Anthony Trollope As what I now write will certainly never be read till I am dead, I may dare to say what no one now does dare to say in print — though some of us whisper it occasionally into our friends’ ears. An Autobiography by Anthony Trollope [1883]

Henry James He was still there to be honoured by what might be done — he was no longer there to give it his sanction. The Figure in the Carpet by Henry James [1896]

Jack London That is what brought him to Alaska in the early days, and over the Chilcoot and down the Yukon long before the Carmack strike. Lost Face by Jack London

The fancy about the vision of last evening may be hallucination, monomania, what you will, but the influence upon him is full of peril. Mohawks by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1886]

H. G. Wells All three of us have been in our various ways trying to get something like a real sense of what these new beings are. Star-Begotten by H. G. Wells [1937]

Tobias Smolle But what seems to prove, beyond all dispute, that the antient Romans were dirty creatures, are these two particulars. Travels through France and Italy by Tobias Smolle

Arthur Machen From what I had seen in other large towns, I expected to find it all of a bustle on the Saturday, its shops busy, its streets thronged and massed with people. Holy Terrors by Arthur Machen

M. R. James In brief, what I saw, seated in my bedroom, in the broad daylight of summer, and looking into the crystal depth of that small round tablet, was this. A Thin Ghost and others by M. R. James

John Galsworthy But what a fuss it all is! How are the boys?” “Awfully fit. Swan Song by John Galsworthy

Charles Dickens Upon this, twenty members of our Vestry speak in succession concerning what the two great men have meant, until it appears, after an hour and twenty minutes, that neither of them meant anything. Reprinted Pieces by Charles Dickens [1850]

Anthony Trollope If you get tired of him in three days, what would she do in her whole life?’ ‘Why did she accept him, then?’ ‘Perhaps, father, we were all to blame a little in that. The Golden Lion of Granpere by Anthony Trollope

George Gissing She had no intention of allowing Louise to suspect the real cause of what she was about to say—that would have seemed to her undignified; but she could not speak quite naturally. The Paying Guest by George Gissing [1895]

John Ruskin What I have seen of you and your conduct to your wicked brothers renders me willing to serve you; therefore, attend to what I tell you. The King of the Golden River by John Ruskin [1841]

Ralph Waldo Emerson This range of Plato instructs us what to think of the vexed question concerning his reputed works — what are genuine, what spurious. Representative Men by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1850]

Rafael Sabatini As for Kynaston, there were no limits to what was said of him. The Plague of Ghosts by Rafael Sabatini

He looked at it, looked at the tiny and active drops, looked at what he had done, with obscure satisfaction, with anger, with regret. An Outcast of the Islands by Joseph Conrad [1896]

He disguised his ignorance of the meaning of the imposed truce by slight sardonic laughs, as though he were amused by what he intended to keep to himself. A Set of Six by Joseph Conrad [1908]

Ivan Turgenev I did not venture to wear it, it was above all necessary to conceal from David what I had done. The Watch by Ivan Turgenev

But what astonished the doctor was the superbness of her whole figure. A Love Episode by Émile Zola [1878]

F. Scott Fitzgerald Even forty years ago we had good men in politics, but we, we are brought up to pile up a million and “show what we are made of. This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald

E. F. Benson But what shall I do about air? Well, I suppose one can’t have everything. Mrs. Amworth by E. F. Benson

Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch So Captain Jones cut his way into daylight, when, what does he see but a sail, not a mile away! He fell on his knees —” “How could he, you silly? He’d have slipped. Midsummer Fires by Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

How would you like to pay twenty to thirty dollars on the thousand, and assessed up to the last notch, in the city?” “Why, what in the world makes your taxes so heavy?” “Schools and roads. A Traveler from Altruria by William Dean Howells

In my mind’s tumult I can hardly rest quiet, once my day’s work is done: what does it matter which way I stroll?—all ways are the same to me. Sandstone Torr by Ellen Wood [1874]

Guy de Maupassan This is what he had learned and what he told me. Babette by Guy de Maupassan

As I paused to gaze, I saw to the right, gliding quickly through the air, what appeared a small boat, impelled by sails shaped like wings. The Coming Race by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1871]

Virginia Woolf A painted cloth must convey — what the Times and Telegraph both said in their leaders that very morning. Between the Acts by Virginia Woolf [1941]

Kate Chopin The unhappiness of the situation was plain to her; but to what degree she could not guess. At Fault by Kate Chopin

H. G. Wells Well, what I want to know is, is this new kind of mind when it appears complete? Let me be perfectly plain about that. Star-Begotten by H. G. Wells [1937]

Oscar Wilde For what is mind but motion in the intellectual sphere? The essence of thought, as the essence of life, is growth. Intentions by Oscar Wilde [1891]

If — if there be any one plea that I can put forth as a faint shadow of excuse for what has happened, it lies in my love for another. A Tale of Sin by Ellen Wood [1870]

We came immediately into a square hall, at the end of which was the opening to what is called in all the papers the middle room; the door had crumbled away. Three Hundred Years Hence by Mary Griffith

Andrew Lang The great question, which I shall not answer, is, what did the Black Veil conceal? Not “the bones of Laurentina,” as Catherine Morland supposed. Adventures Among Books by Andrew Lang

F. Scott Fitzgerald Judy made these forays upon the helpless and defeated without malice, indeed half unconscious that there was anything mischievous in what she did. All the Sad Young Men by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1926]

At Frascati he knew not what to be at; he tried that subject, and this, waiting for the heavenly spark to fall. Henrik Ibsen by Edmund Gosse

Arthur Conan Doyle I was wounded once in the trenches and once at Delhi, and this is what I got for it, just because I oouldn’t keep away from drink. That Veteran by Arthur Conan Doyle

Jacques Futrelle Mr. Meredith studied the belligerent eyes of his caller and wondered what business it was of his, for Mr. Meredith was a belligerent sort of a person himself. The Chase of the Golden Plate by Jacques Futrelle [1906]

George Gissing I suppose I could easily get another copy now; but it would not be to me what that other was, with its memory of dust and toil. The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft by George Gissing [1902]

H. G. Wells The urgency of getting away from something dominated Benham to the exclusion of any thought of what he might be getting to. The Research Magnificent by H. G. Wells [1915]

Alfred Ainger Guess what an absorbing state I feel it. Charles Lamb by Alfred Ainger [1882]

Robert Green Ingersoll Call me infidel, call me atheist, call me what you will, I intend so to treat my children, that they can come to my grave and truthfully say: “He who sleeps here never gave us a moment of pain. The Ghosts and other lectures by Robert Green Ingersoll

And what brings you here?’ says he. Irish Fairy Tales by edited by W. B. Yeats

Elizabeth Gaskell A great deal of what you’ve said is true to the letter. The Crooked Branch by Elizabeth Gaskell [1859]

Robert Green Ingersoll They do what they call putting their best foot forward. On Skulls by Robert Green Ingersoll

What it was that was then effected — what the main differences are between French literature before 1830 and French literature after — deserves some further consideration. Landmarks in Literature--French by Lytton Strachey

H. G. Wells No one knows what the Vicar made of the Giant Puff–Balls. No doubt he was among the first to discover them. The Food of the Gods and how it came to Earth by H. G. Wells [1904]

Wilkie Collins Well, I made up the story about dining and sleeping at my friend’s, because I didn’t know what might happen, and because — because, in short, I didn’t like to tell you what I was going to do. Mr Wray’s Cash Box by Wilkie Collins [1852]

Nathaniel Hawthorne Can it be you, sir, who thus summoned me?” “It was,” answered Moodie. “And what was your purpose?” she continued. The Blithedale Romance by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1852]

Guy de Maupassant She is a mad woman, or rather an idiot, what you Normans would call a Niente1. Bertha (Berthe) by Guy de Maupassant [1884]

Rudyard Kipling Be careful that he does not do what the ripe cocoanuts do. The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling [1895]

Guy de Maupassant Oh! what am I doing? Why did I come? How unhappy I am! What a disgrace, what a disgrace!’ And she threw herself sobbing into my arms. Always Lock the Door! (Le Verrou) by Guy de Maupassant [1882]

John Stuart Mill When we engage in a pursuit, a clear and precise conception of what we are pursuing would seem to be the first thing we need, instead of the last we are to look forward to. Utilitarianism by John Stuart Mill

George Meredith Lord Ormont sent Aminta word of what he called ‘a bad sort of accident at Chiallo’s,’ without mentioning names or alluding to suspicions. Lord Ormont and his Aminta by George Meredith [1894]

Cost what it might, he saw that he must capitulate; that he must take this, his one—his last chance, or—hateful alternative—take instead the consequences of neglecting it. Diana Tempest by Mary Cholmondeley [1893]

But what could I do next? how bring this evil man to justice? what proof would be deemed to exist in those writings? I was bewildered, weak, irresolute. A Stable for Nightmares by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Henry James And I want to marry him — that’s what I want to do. The Siege of London by Henry James [1883]

Andrew Lang Natural bent, and reaction against the example of Mr. Longfellow, combined to make you too intolerant of what you call the ‘didactic’ element in verse. Letters to Dead Authors by Andrew Lang

Anthony Trollope You were asking what I wanted. An Eye for an Eye by Anthony Trollope [1879]

John Galsworthy He wondered idly what had to go out of bloom before killing was out of fashion. On Forsyte ’Change by John Galsworthy

Ford Madox Ford The child and the voice disputed as to what a dollar was — or so it appeared, for Marie Leonie was not familiar with either of the accents of the disputants. Last Post by Ford Madox Ford [1928]

Olaf Stapledon But oh what a fool I must seem to you!” Controlling her emotion as best she could, she added shakily, “I don’t want to leave you. Collected Stories by Olaf Stapledon

F. Scott Fitzgerald But what had amused me then turned septic on the air now. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Olaf Stapledon His every act, thought and desire are what they are in virtue of the social whole of which he is a particular expression. Saints and Revolutionaries by Olaf Stapledon

And at first he perceived only what he had come to seek: six small yellow flames swinging violently on the great body of the dusk. Typhoon by Joseph Conrad [1902]

You can almost make him what you choose. Unveiling a Parallel by Alice Ilgenfritz Jones and Ella Merchant [1893]