Phrases with "what"

They found there every type of what was cruel, brutal, loathsome. Spenser by R. W. Church [1879]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Half of what he poured out was spilled upon the tablecloth. Peter Ruff and the Double Four by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1912]

She quite realizes my ideal of an American girl, and I see now what the spirit of your country must be from such an expression of it. A Traveler from Altruria by William Dean Howells

Thomas Hardy Will you come and see if what I’ve fixed on will do? There is not much room, I am afraid; hut I can light on nothing better. Wessex Tales by Thomas Hardy [1888]

D.H. Lawrence He left his own reality there in the soil above the lake of Garda. That his body was in California, what did it matter? It was merely for a time, and for the sake of his own earth, his land. Twilight in Italy by D.H. Lawrence [1916]

Anthony Trollope As for Barnes, he has gone out of what little wits he ever had with the fright of it, and people seem to think that you couldn’t touch a lunatic. The Fixed Period by Anthony Trollope

Olaf Stapledon Victor watched in silence for some time; then he said, “You poor devil! It’s a change from the Arctic! You’re cut out for ice and snow hunting, and look what we do to you. A Man Divided by Olaf Stapledon

Obviously, the canon of conspicuous waste is accountable for a great portion of what may be called devout consumption; as, e. The Theory of the Leisure Class by Thorstein Veblen

During the first twenty years of his London life, in what he called “the Devil’s oven,” he is constantly clamouring to return to the den. Carlyle by John Nichol [1892]

Ralph Waldo Emerson He will learn, that it is not much matter what he reads, what he does. Literary Ethics by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1838]

Miles Franklin His theory was that people of his class, that meant SOCIETY’S and Jemima’s, should never touch politics except for what was in them. My Career Goes Bung by Miles Franklin [1946]

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

We know by one’s reading His learning and breeding; By what draws his laughter We know his Hereafter. Read nothing, laugh never — The Sphinx was less clever! –Jupiter Muke RADICALISM, n. The Devil’s Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce [1911]

You’ve a riling tongue when your back’s up, Herrick. Just be glad we’re friends again, the same as what I am; and go tender on the raws; I’ll see as you don’t repent it. The Ebb-Tide by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

G. K. Chesterton MacIan had no glimmering notion of what he was up to, but an instinct of discipline, inherited from a hundred men of war, made him stick to his own part and trust the other man’s. The Ball and the Cross by G. K. Chesterton [1909]

William Morris For look thou yonder over the river, Goldilind, my Lady, and tell me what thou seest. Child Christopher and Goldilind the Fair by William Morris [1895]

Olaf Stapledon My own native power or responsiveness to the spirit is no longer quite what it was. A Man Divided by Olaf Stapledon

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

Nevertheless, the emoluments will be a sufficient inducement to keep me here, though they are not above a quarter part what some people suppose them. The Life and Genius of Nathaniel Hawthorne by Frank Preston Stearns [1906]

Jack London And that is what the Lady Om and I became, beggars on the highways. The Star Rover by Jack London [1915]

Andrew Lang I confess to having learned the classical languages, as it were by accident, for the sake of what is in them, and with a provokingly imperfect accuracy. Adventures Among Books by Andrew Lang

But how to pull her round the next corner, that is what I’m thinking. Red Pottage by Mary Cholmondeley [1899]

E. Phillips Oppenheim I told him what both your seconds had explained to me,—that turn of the wrist, Conrad’s wild lunge, how he literally threw himself upon the point of your sword. The Great Impersonation by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1920]

Wilkie Collins A night of fever; a night, when I did slumber for a few minutes, of horrid dreams — this was what I might have expected, and this is what really happened. The Guilty River by Wilkie Collins [1886]

Charles Dickens In the absence of instructions I must act cautiously on what you have told me; but I will be rigidly fair and just at the same time. A House to Let by Charles Dickens [1858]

Henry James You did, you did — so what better proof?” His hands fell from what he had touched; he could only stare — her own manner for it was different now too. The Bench of Desolation by Henry James [1909]

Olaf Stapledon Peering back into my post-mortal memory as though into a second infancy, I came upon fragments of what must have been a long age of turmoil. Darkness and the Light by Olaf Stapledon

Charles Kingsley I ought surely then to find out what soil, and rain, and air are; so I must become a geologist and a meteorologist. How to Study Natural History by Charles Kingsley

Charles Dickens Besides which, there was a great draught of air from the door, underneath the sofa, and I had tied a handkerchief round my head; so what I looked like, altogether, I don’t know. Reprinted Pieces by Charles Dickens [1850]

And why? Because, what the Lord Buddha adumbrated in terms of the Law, is transcendental and inexpressible. The Diamond Sutra by translated from the Chinese with an introduction and notes by William Gemmell

G. K. Chesterton Yes, that is what I call assassination. The Man Who Knew Too Much by G. K. Chesterton

Wilkie Collins You’re too young and good-looking to please ’em — that’s what you are. No Name by Wilkie Collins [1862]

Robert Louis Stevenson In the afternoon I tried again, going up the other path by the garden, but was early drowned out; came home, plotted out what I had done, and then wrote this truck to you. Vailima Letters by Robert Louis Stevenson

G. K. Chesterton In short, Stevenson’s stories were often problem stories, in the style of what were called problem plays. Robert Louis Stevenson by G. K. Chesterton [1927]

Frances Hodgson Burnett She wondered if they were all really locked and what she would find if she could get into any of them. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett [1911]

Andrew Lang Her own account of what followed on her recovery may be given in her own words:— “When they told me that father was dead I felt very sick and bad; I did not know anything. The Book of Dreams and Ghosts by Andrew Lang

Jack London One portion was what his own kind killed and ate. White Fang by Jack London [1906]

Thomas Hardy She was in that wretched state of mind which leads a woman to move mechanically onward in what she conceives to be her allotted path. Life’s Little Ironies by Thomas Hardy

Willa Cather I want you to tell him many things for me, yet they can all be summed up in this: I want him to grow wholly into his best and greatest self, even at the cost of what is half his charm to you and me. Youth and the Bright Medusa by Willa Cather [1920]

But what most impressed the Spaniards was the throngs of people who swarmed through the streets and on the canals, filling every doorway and window, and clustering on the roofs of the buildings. The History of the Conquest of Mexico by William Hickling Prescott [1843]

Baldwin Spencer As yet no name is given to the child, though the father knows what it is to be. Native tribes of the Northern Territory of Australia by Baldwin Spencer

H.P. Lovecraft She was not without notions of what a nobleman’s dignity should be, and saw to it that her son received the best education which limited money could provide. Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family by H.P. Lovecraft [1920]

Matthew Arnold People talked at random of Celtic writings of this or that age; Zeuss has definitely fixed the age of what we actually have of these writings. The Study of Celtic Literature by Matthew Arnold [1867]

The admiral said, “Oh, that’s what you think? I will settle with you presently. Romance by Joseph Conrad and Ford Madox Ford [1903]

Just smell it; what a lovely perfume!” From the tawny flowers, speckled with purple, there came a penetrating odor which scented the whole room. A Love Episode by Émile Zola [1878]

John Ruskin Who are the Holders of the store, and in what proportions? 2. Munera Pulveris by John Ruskin

George Meredith She rode with the young man after lunch, “to show him the country,” and gave him a taste of what he took for her variable moods. Lord Ormont and his Aminta by George Meredith [1894]

Gertrude Stein A LONG DRESS. What is the current that makes machinery, that makes it crackle, what is the current that presents a long line and a necessary waist. Tender Buttons by Gertrude Stein [1914]

Willa Cather The thing to do is to sell our cattle and what little old corn we have, and buy the Linstrum place. O Pioneers! by Willa Cather [1913]

When you rebuild on a large scale, what you do in effect is to scoop out the centre of the town and redistribute it on the outskirts. The Road to Wigan Pier by George Orwell [1937]

Arthur Conan Doyle It is an excellent device to talk about what you have recently read. Through the Magic Door by Arthur Conan Doyle [1907]

Defoe always wrote what a large number of people were in a mood to read. Daniel Defoe by William Minto [1879]

So I walked beside him silently, taking heed as to what I should say in answer to his simplest question. My Life and Loves by Frank Harris

Henry James For what there would have been to do THE EMPIRE, the great newspaper, was there to look to; but it was no new misfortune that there were delicate situations in which THE EMPIRE broke down. The Coxon Fund by Henry James [1894]

Tell me, sir, has any one calling himself Duncan Rothwell been to see you? We will discuss the question of what he looked like afterwards. The Woman with One Hand by Richard Marsh

D. H. Lawrence Why, then, must one go? Why not stay? Ah, what a mistress, this Etna! with her strange winds prowling round her like Circe’s panthers, some black, some white. Sea and Sardinia by D. H. Lawrence [1921]

William Hope Hodgson That is what happened; he literally and actually crumbled into a mouldering heap of bones and dust. The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson

G. K. Chesterton When you say ‘thank you’ for the salt, do you mean what you say? No. When you say ‘the world is round,’ do you mean what you say? No. It is true, but you don’t mean it. The Man Who Was Thursday by G. K. Chesterton

William Hope Hodgson And, in verity, what should a man do against so horrid an attack. The Night Land by William Hope Hodgson

Henry James Some one had once asked me privately, with blanched cheeks, what it was then that after all such a mind as that left standing. The Coxon Fund by Henry James [1894]

He knows where he is going and what he wants. An Outcast of the Islands by Joseph Conrad [1896]

H. G. Wells But just think what the thing would mean. Twelve Stories and a Dream by H. G. Wells [1903]

What was I going to do — what had I the courage and the nerve to do? It was the parting of the ways. The Secret of the Garden by Arthur Gask [1924]

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]

Ralph Waldo Emerson Do what I can, I cannot keep my eyes off the clock. Representative Men by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1850]

Olaf Stapledon Sir James knelt beside the cat in great distress, whimpering, “Oh God, what have I done!” The cat was still alive, and already showing signs of recovery. Collected Stories by Olaf Stapledon

Abraham Merri Yet that, if what I have just beheld was true, is what this strife for the ship seems to bring about. The Ship of Ishtar by Abraham Merri

Ralph Waldo Emerson The wise skeptic wishes to have a near view of the best game and the chief players; what is best in the planet; art and nature, places and events; but mainly men. Representative Men by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1850]

Mercy on us, what a town! He had never seen anything like it before. The Heavenly Christmas Tree by Fyodor Dostoyevsky [1876]

Though I really don’t see in what capacity. The Planter of Malata by Joseph Conrad [1915]

Jack London He listened to the exhausted man’s heavy breathing, and envied him when he thought of what he himself had yet to undergo. Lost Face by Jack London

Anthony Hope If he finds out what I have done, we shall not meet again. The Prisoner of Zenda by Anthony Hope

Algernon Blackwood Her physical beauty, perhaps, was the last weapon she had wished to use for my enslavement; she knew quite surely that the appeal to what was highest in me had not succeeded . The Garden of Survival by Algernon Blackwood [1918]

That is what occurred during a night in a forest, but not all of it did Irene Marlowe relate to Jenner Brading; not all of it was known to her. Tales of Soldiers and Civilians by Ambrose Bierce

George Meredith Feel what sea within thee shames Of its force all other claims, Drowns them. Poems and Lyrics of the Joy of Earth by George Meredith [1883]

Grant thought with what a blistering phrase Laura would have expressed the same idea. The Singing Sands by Josephine Tey [1952]

Oliver Goldsmith Oh! what a tremendous gulph hast thou escaped, that would have buried both thee and him in endless ruin. The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith

Moreover, although the speech shows a remarkable knowledge of the way in which a child’s mind works, its actual words are quite out of tune with what is to follow. Charles Dickens by George Orwell [1940]

D. H. Lawrence Then her love and marriage to Rico. And what of it all? Nothing. It was almost nothing. St Mawr by D. H. Lawrence

Ralph Waldo Emerson Every man who becomes rich buys land, and does what he can to fortify the nobility, into which he hopes to rise. English Traits by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1856]

Henry James For myself, I knew but too well what had happened, and how a miracle — as pretty as some old miracle of legend — had been wrought on the spot to save me. The Death of the Lion by Henry James [1894]

Jules Verne Well, when it comes we shall see what there is to be done, and meanwhile we must wait patiently. The Fur Country by Jules Verne [1873]

Arthur Conan Doyle But when you ask me to study feelings, impressions, suggestions, you ask me to do what is distasteful and even demoralizing. The Parasite by Arthur Conan Doyle [1894]

E. F. Benson The latter was certainly very eligible indeed with his good looks, his title, and his million of money, and Lady Madingley — exfuture Mrs. Alingham — was perfectly content with what she had done. The Cat by E. F. Benson

At Lambeth the weary men seized what horses they could find and rode on. Elizabeth and Essex by Lytton Strachey [1928]

I mean to come to the bottom of Hill, though, and make him disclose what he knows. David Garth’s Night-Watch by Ellen Wood [1869]

They argued the unknown from what they saw under their own eyes. Old Cookery Books and Ancient Cuisine by William Carew Hazli

Try it yourself — six weeks!” “You want to go back there and never quit it alive — that’s what you want,” said Braith, nervously. In the Quarter by Robert W. Chambers

Rudyard Kipling Boys,’tis what he’s been driving at these six months — our superior corpril with his education and his copies of the Irish papers and his everlasting beer. Life’s Handicap by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Arthur Conan Doyle But what the second stage had been, or how the final one had been arrived at, neither the guard nor the experienced detective officers could suggest. Tales of Terror and Mystery by Arthur Conan Doyle [1923]

Anyway, it could not be found there and as it was not likely to be sent from Europe, it did not appear clear to me what he was waiting for. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad [1899]

D. H. Lawrence She was afraid of what was coming, and sat stiff in apprehension. The Prussian Officer and other stories by D. H. Lawrence

Rudyard Kipling One glance told the stoker what the kind gentleman had overlooked. Life’s Handicap by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Jules Verne But what were these fatigues, what did the wounds matter? Vital air came to the lungs! We breathed! we breathed! All this time no one prolonged his voluntary task beyond the prescribed time. Twenty-Thousand Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne [1872]

Robert Burns First, what did yesternight deliver? “Another year is gone for ever. The Poetical Works of Robert Burns by Robert Burns

And, in either case, what becomes of Papal Infallibility? But such crude and fundamental questions as these were not likely to trouble the Council. The discordant minority took another line. Eminent Victorians by Lytton Strachey

Arthur Machen Then who are the soldiers shooting at? That’s what we ask ourselves at Midlingham.” “Quite so; I quite understand. The Terror by Arthur Machen

John Donne Every night’s bed is a type of the grave; at night we tell our servants at what hour we will rise, here we cannot tell ourselves at what day, what week, what month. Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions and severall steps in my Sicknes by John Donne

But the gist of it was that he had been gradually becoming conscious of what he called “Presences” in his world. Space by John Buchan [1911]

Robert Louis Stevenson In what we meditate of evil, frustrate our will; in what of good, further our endeavours. Prayers Written At Vailima by Robert Louis Stevenson

Edith Wharton Then she remembered what Mr. Royall had said in telling her story to Lucius Harney: “Yes, there was a mother; but she was glad to have the child go. Summer by Edith Wharton [1917]

Algernon Blackwood I must now tell you that it first stirred in me some five years after I left England, and that during those years I had felt nothing but what most other men feel out here. The Garden of Survival by Algernon Blackwood [1918]

George Meredith But supposing the blest worst to happen, what exchange had she to bestow? Her beauty? She was reputed beautiful. Lord Ormont and his Aminta by George Meredith [1894]

Arthur Machen And what he saw, he most certainly saw in that house, which, somehow or other, had got a bad name in the neighbourhood. The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen

Now, what I should like to know is this. The Heads of Cerberus by Francis Stevens

Charles Kingsley Well — what do those stones tell us? These stones, as I told you when I addressed you last, are ancient and venerable worthies. Thoughts in a Gravel-Pit by Charles Kingsley

Henry James Mrs. Erme was pulling round, and I hadn’t at all said what Vereker gave him the sense of. The Figure in the Carpet by Henry James [1896]

Jane Austen Nay, most likely they are married already, for I do not know what they should wait for. Persuasion by Jane Austen [1818]

Edith Wharton Oh God, oh God, what had he done to have betrayed his princess to disaster? He caught the woman by the shoulders, shaking her as if to rattle her secret out of her. Certain People by Edith Wharton [1930]

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle There could be no question as to what it was. The Doings of Raffles Haw by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle [1891]

Henry James Mrs. Westgate was, further, what she had occasion to describe some person, among her many winged words, as being, all spontaneity. An International Episode by Henry James [1878]

Florence Dixie Mingled with our regrets for our enforced fast were speculations as to what Mr. B. was doing at that moment. Across Patagonia by Florence Dixie [1880]

Rudyard Kipling And what more remains to tell? I cannot write connectedly, because I am in love with all those girls aforesaid, and some others who do not appear in the invoice. American Notes by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Cole looked in three times during the day, but did not say what he thought. Chandler & Chandler by Ellen Wood [1875]

And everybody knows what it is to “warm up” to his job. Memories and Studies by William James

Ray was gone a long time, and she was a wicked girl who would go to hell if she didn’t do what he told her. The Ghost Ship by Richard Middleton

H. G. Wells Cut out his blasted insides! Who are you, to tell me what I’m to do? I tell you I’m captain of this ship, — captain and owner. The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells [1896]

Charles Dickens There it is again in another form — and that’s what knocks me over. Somebody’s Luggage by Charles Dickens [1862]

On a lovely day in early summer they travelled down from London to inspect it, and were far from being disappointed in what they saw. The Childerbridge Mystery by Guy Boothby [1902]

I traversed the streets without any clear conception of where I was or what I was doing. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley [1831]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning Patient children—think what pain Makes a young child patient—ponder! Wronged too commonly to strain After right, or wish, or wonder. Last Poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning [1862]

Bad enough to be shut up below in a gale —” “That’s what I thought when you gave me the job, sir,” interjected Jukes, moodily. Typhoon by Joseph Conrad [1902]

And what reply could I make? What could I possibly know of his meaning in buying Miss Perkins out? However, he soon recovered himself, and went on. My Lodger by Mary Fortune

Moreover, what is the truth? ’Tis a question no philosopher has yet answered. The Blanket of the Dark by John Buchan [1931]

Guy de Maupassan She said: ‘That is what one might call stolen fish, seeing that we baited the place ourselves. The Hole by Guy de Maupassan

As a matter of fact, quite a number of his plots are swamped by what he forces into them with the zeal of an encyclopaedist. Balzac by Frederick Lawton

Should I be so silly as to do that with a journey before me?” “Then what caused the attack?” debated Madame Carimon. “Something you had eaten?” Lavinia shook her head helplessly. Featherston’s Story by Ellen Wood [1889]

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

John Hill Burton By too rapidly making up his mind on the question what is for his pleasure, the hasty man makes a wrong decision, and does that which, in the end, brings him a heavy balance of misery. Introduction to the Study of the Works of Jeremy Bentham by John Hill Burton

The habit of pamphleteering was on him, and he will write what no one will care to read. Milton by Mark Pattison [1879]

Arthur Conan Doyle I guessed that what puzzled the New Yorkers would puzzle the Londoners, so I dipped my finger in my own blood and printed it on a convenient place on the wall. A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle [1887]

He is a gentleman, and a Frenchman; and he hath all the polish of what the Frenchman calls the vieille école. Monsieur Maurice by Amelia B. Edwards [1873]

G. K. Chesterton Bernard Shaw was thrown early into what may be called the cosmopolitan club of revolution. George Bernard Shaw by G. K. Chesterton [1909]

Here we saw a quantity of what I at first thought were white sea-shells, but we found they were the bleached shells of land snails. Australia Twice Traversed by Ernest Giles

Wilkie Collins Our tale is nearly ended: what remains of it, must comprise the history of many years in the compass of a few words. The Twin Sisters by Wilkie Collins [1851]

Arthur Conan Doyle But then I thought of what I had gone through, and my heart set like flint. The Parasite by Arthur Conan Doyle [1894]

And what shall I order you for dinner, sir, today? I may as well ask, as I am here. Helen’s Curate by Ellen Wood [1877]

It will be enough if I briefly tell what share we Lichtensteiners bore in the fray. A Service of Danger by Amelia B. Edwards

Mind touching that bell? Suppose you know what he came to see me about? Sorry I sha’n’t see him again, for his own sake. The Amateur Cracksman by E. W. Hornung [1899]

To me as I read them they bring back what I have seen, but they cannot in themselves give much idea of what conditions are like in those fearful northern slums. The Road to Wigan Pier by George Orwell [1937]

Oscar Wilde To an artist so creative as the critic, what does subject-matter signify? No more and no less than it does to the novelist and the painter. Intentions by Oscar Wilde [1891]

William Makepeace Thackeray Lady —— told me everything was written down and sent to Mr. Brougham NEXT DAY.” See what discord will creap even into the best regulated famlies. The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush by William Makepeace Thackeray [1838]

One could never be at all certain what he was really up to, and whether he was out to win or not. The Secret of the Garden by Arthur Gask [1924]

I wish I had known long ago what good fun fishing was. Fullcircle by John Buchan [1920]

Thomas Hardy Neither had she ever spoken to him of her visit to Conjuror Trendle, and of what was revealed to her, or she thought was revealed to her, by that solitary heath-man. Wessex Tales by Thomas Hardy [1888]

Arthur Conan Doyle If I don’t this note-book may explain what I am trying to do, and how I lost my life in doing it. Tales of Terror and Mystery by Arthur Conan Doyle [1923]

William Hope Hodgson I was about to ask him what the devil he wanted, when he held up his finger for silence, and pointed forrard along the lee side of the poop. The Ghost Pirates by William Hope Hodgson

Henry James It is very small — it is wretchedly small; but it is what I live on. The Europeans by Henry James [1878]

H. P. Lovecraft The excited chatter of the menials standing about told him what had occurred, yet he seemed at first unmoved at his father’s fate. The Alchemist by H. P. Lovecraft [1908]

G. K. Chesterton It means that he had decided what sort of novel he would write, before he had decided what novel he would write; and this is right and inevitable. Robert Louis Stevenson by G. K. Chesterton [1927]

Stretched out upon the floor was the skeleton of a man; scattered around him were remains of books and what may once have been a blanket. The Black Lady of Brin Tor by Guy Boothby

H.P. Lovecraft However, there usually isn’t much in what these natives say. The Shadow Out of Time by H.P. Lovecraft [1935]

David Hume And what should render the founders of parties more odious, is the difficulty of extirpating these weeds, when once they have taken root in any state. Of Parties in general by David Hume

We must reap what vantage we can out of your monkish tastes. The Blanket of the Dark by John Buchan [1931]

Arthur Morrison What should he do now? Make what terms he might with Captain Nat? Need was pressing; but he must think. The Hole in the Wall by Arthur Morrison

Washington Irving It is the smell of carnage which provokes this, let the animals he has killed be what they may. The Life of Oliver Goldsmith by Washington Irving [1840]

Do you know what this is?” “A telescope!” “No; a solar microscope. Monsieur Maurice by Amelia B. Edwards [1873]

Willa Cather Clean singing, finished artistry, were not what they expected from her. Youth and the Bright Medusa by Willa Cather [1920]

What I learnt at my mother’s knees I, in my turn, have taught to her — what she is she owes to me. Mr. Ely’s Engagement by Richard Marsh

After what had happened in the morning, even Mrs. Barnes would not have the hardihood to suggest that I should continue with her any longer—even as a gratuitous guest. The Woman with One Hand by Richard Marsh

F. Scott Fitzgerald That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a ——” “I hate that word hulking,” objected Tom crossly, “even in kidding. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

James Joyce In my heart I thought that what he said about boys and sweethearts was reasonable. Dubliners by James Joyce

Julian Hawthorne Now, what if he — but pshaw! “‘There is one thing I’m resolved to do, however,’ I continued to myself, as I settled down with paper, pens, and ink at the table in the window. Mrs. Gainsborough’s Diamonds by Julian Hawthorne

Arthur Machen And what about this furnishing? Do you want to do the thing on a grand scale?’ ‘Oh, not at all. A Fragment of Life by Arthur Machen

Wilkie Collins There is nobody here to listen to what we say. The Frozen Deep by Wilkie Collins [1874]

Guy de Maupassant If you ask the woman what has become of her husband, she will stretch her arms out over the dark ocean which rumbles and roars along the coast. The Christening (Le Baptême) by Guy de Maupassant [1884]

After a few moments of what I will call inward meditation, I gathered myself together, moistened my lips, and said, “Ted!” “Yes?” He looked at me. Capturing a Convict by Richard Marsh [1893]

Jules Verne The next day each Quiquendonian had a kind of recollection of what had occurred the evening before. Doctor Ox’s Experiment by Jules Verne [1874]

Rudyard Kipling Did you hear what that man said?’ ‘I heard,’ I answered. Life’s Handicap by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Anthony Trollope How education is accomplished or of what it consists, who yet has been able to explain to us? That by far the greater portion of our education is involuntary all men will probably admit. Travelling Sketches by Anthony Trollope [1866]

G. K. Chesterton He had been paying a round of visits at various English country houses, and exactly what he was doing for diplomacy at Prior’s Park was as much a secret as any diplomatist could desire. The Man Who Knew Too Much by G. K. Chesterton

Lady Jenkins had been always signing cheques; she remembered that much; never so much as asking, in her loss of will, what they were needed for. Lady Jenkins by Ellen Wood [1879]

Caroline Lamb Oh! feel for what I have resisted; and forgive the past. Glenarvon by Caroline Lamb [1816]

M. R. James I assure you, Emily, by that memory which is dearest to both of us, that what I went through this afternoon transcends the limits of what I had before deemed credible. A Thin Ghost and others by M. R. James

Abraham Merri McKay felt a little shock run through him — tomorrow then he would know, definitely know, what it was that had happened in the little wood. The Woman of the Wood by Abraham Merri

John Ruskin It would be well if a dogged conviction could be enforced on nations, as on individuals, that, with few exceptions, what they cannot at present pay for, they should not at present have. Munera Pulveris by John Ruskin

Henry James But alone with him in the dusky church a great dread was on her of what might still happen, for his face had the whiteness of death. The Altar of the Dead by Henry James [1895]

But I told them at the same time, what I had then learnt—that Matilda’s temper had doubtlessly been much tried here. The Mystery at Number Seven by Ellen Wood [1877]

Rudyard Kipling T’other way — I don’t say it ain’t right, I’m only just sayin’ what I think — but t’other way, he’ll no sooner be married than we’ll lave it all to do again. Actions and Reactions by Rudyard Kipling [1909]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Hildyard, who knew what it meant, was galvanized at once into a state of eager and nervous unrest. The Amazing Judgment by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1897]

Edgar Allan Poe Body o’ me! what an inn this is! The light out and the landlord asleep! Hola! ancient Baltasar! BALTASAR. [waking]. Criticism by Edgar Allan Poe

H. G. Wells Just as they never really thought of what they would do with the shops and markets when they had abolished shopping and marketing. Russia in the Shadows by H. G. Wells

Do you know what Owen the milkman thought?” She had spoken the last sentence or two with her eyes bent, fiddling with the silver waiter. The Mystery at Number Seven by Ellen Wood [1877]

There was no limit to what your subconscious and your body could cook up together. The Singing Sands by Josephine Tey [1952]

D. H. Lawrence And oh God, what a blessed relief, to be with people who don’t bother to show off. Sea and Sardinia by D. H. Lawrence [1921]

G. K. Chesterton The great thing is to give the paupers what they don’t want, and then they never come again. Appreciations and Criticisms of the Works of Charles Dickens by G. K. Chesterton [1911]

Henry James Poor me! If he only knew what a plain good soul I am, and how I only want to know him and befriend him!” These words were full of a plaintive magnanimity which made mistrust seem cruel. Eugene Pickering by Henry James [1874]

Watkin Tench I asked him what was the tenure on which he held his estate. A Complete Account of the Settlement at Port Jackson by Watkin Tench

One of his sermons, On the Nature of the Kingdom or Church of Christ was the originating cause of what was known as the Bangorian controversy, which raged for a long time with great bitterness. A Short Biographical Dictionary of English Literature by John W. Cousin [1910]

But God knows I stand ready to give my life for what you have done for me. The Daughter of the Commandant by Aleksandr Pushkin

Henry James I almost let my luminary drop and certainly I stepped back, straightening myself up at what I saw. The Aspern Papers by Henry James [1888]

The case is analogous to what happens in the purchase of any article of consumption by a purchaser who is not an expert judge of materials or of workmanship. The Theory of the Leisure Class by Thorstein Veblen

I was married honorable from our church but I never knew what married life meant as I never was told about man and wife. Miss Lonelyhearts by Nathanael West [1933]

Anatole France That’s what makes me tremble for the patient, over whom angels and devils are furiously quarrelling. At the Sign of the Reine Pédauque by Anatole France

Hammer, hammer, hammer went what she supposed was her heart. Studies in Love and Terror by Marie Belloc Lowndes [1913]

Maria Edgeworth You must have a vast number of bank-notes then, we must presume, if you cannot recollect to what bank your ten-guinea note belonged. Forester by Maria Edgeworth

Arthur Conan Doyle They did say that the doctor was almost out of his mind at the time from anxiety, brought on by his younger daughter swallowing a halfpenny, and that that was what caused him to make the mistake. The Winning Shot by Arthur Conan Doyle

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

He had a massive belt, in which was stuck a broken gully-knife, and round his neck was knotted the remnant of what had once been a silk bandana. Huntingtower by John Buchan [1922]

Charles Dickens And as to respectability — if threepence ain’t respectable, what is? But, the Dwarf is the principal article at present, and he was worth the money. Going into Society by Charles Dickens [1858]