In many feudatories, public finance was administered by a lower kind of samurai or by priests.
— from Bushido, the Soul of Japan by Inazo Nitobe

" "Then," said King Magnus, "with this stick I give thee half of the Norwegian power, with all the scat and duties, and all the domains thereunto belonging, with the condition that everywhere thou shalt be as lawful king in Norway as I am myself; but when we are both together in one place, I shall be the first man in seat, service and salutation; and if there be three of us together of equal dignity, that I shall sit in the middle, and shall have the royal tent-ground and the royal landing-place.
— from Heimskringla; Or, The Chronicle of the Kings of Norway by Snorri Sturluson

The Fog So thick this morning that we could not See a man 50 Steps off, this fog detained us untill 10 oClock at which time we Set out, accompanied by our Indian friends who are from a village near the great falls, previous to our Setting out Collins killed a large Buck, and Labiech killed 3 Geese flying.
— from The Journals of Lewis and Clark, 1804-1806 by William Clark

And fifty yards behind the back of me was these blessed heathen—quite regardless of the tranquil air of things—plotting to cut off with the boat and leave me all alone with three days' provisions and a canvas tent, and nothing to drink whatsoever beyond a little keg of water.
— from The Country of the Blind, and Other Stories by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

There is no nook among the rocks, no brookside, no shade beneath the trees that is not haunted by some shepherd telling his woes to the breezes; wherever there is an echo it repeats the name of Leandra; the mountains ring with “Leandra,” “Leandra” murmur the brooks, and Leandra keeps us all bewildered and bewitched, hoping without hope and fearing without knowing what we fear.
— from The History of Don Quixote, Volume 1, Complete by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Thou, poor King Louis, farest nevertheless, as mortals do, towards Orient lands of Hope; and the Tuileries with its Levees, and France and the Earth itself, is but a larger kind of doghutch,—occasionally going rabid.
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle

Like heath-bird, when the hawks pursue, A barge across Loch Katrine flew: High stood the henchman on the prow; So rapidly the barge-mall row, The bubbles, where they launched the boat, Were all unbroken and afloat, Dancing in foam and ripple still, When it had neared the mainland hill; And from the silver beach's side Still was the prow three fathom wide, When lightly bounded to the land
— from The Lady of the Lake by Walter Scott

I don’t know whether she succeeded in being kind, but I know that she wanted to, and made terrible efforts to force herself to be a little kind.
— from The Possessed (The Devils) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“Yes—that is to say, her husband wrote later on, and thanked me for being a little kind to her, and actually gave me her silver vinaigrette.
— from Howards End by E. M. (Edward Morgan) Forster

I am off now," he went on, his tone becoming a little kinder.
— from The Double Traitor by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

By A. LEE KNIGHT 26 Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.
— from Princess Sarah, and Other Stories by John Strange Winter

Miss Pengarvon, sitting at work in the Green Parlor, was suddenly startled by a loud knocking at the front entrance of the Hall.
— from The Heart of a Mystery by T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson) Speight

When his sleep was of the deepest the beggar knelt down and prayed aloud, and said, “O Thou Who dwellest beyond the stars, show forth Thy power as at the beginning, and let knowledge sent from Thee awaken in his mind, wherein is nothing from the world, that the nine orders of angels may glorify Thy name”; and then a light broke out of the air and wrapped Aodh, and I smelt the breath of roses.
— from The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats, Vol. 7 (of 8) The Secret Rose. Rosa Alchemica. The Tables of the Law. The Adoration of the Magi. John Sherman and Dhoya by W. B. (William Butler) Yeats

"Stuff!" said the man, angrily; "I have three minds to—" Here he was interrupted by a loud knock at the door of the hovel.
— from Ernest Maltravers — Volume 01 by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

My uncle, who had been one of the ringleaders of the chicken-hearted, crap away up among the rest, with his new blue coat on, shining fresh from the ironing of the goose, but keeping well among the thick, to be as little kenspeckle as possible; for all the folk of the town were at their doors and windows to witness the great occasion of the town-council going a way up like gentlemen of rank to take their dinner with his lordship.
— from The Life of Mansie Wauch tailor in Dalkeith by D. M. (David Macbeth) Moir