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Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde, Chapter 1 - Robert Louis Stevenson
`Indeed' said Mr Utterson, with a slight change of voice, `and what was that?' ` Well, it was' this way,' returned Mr Enfield: `I was coming home from some place at ...
Book 1: Chapter 20 - Le Morte D'Arthur - Sir Thomas Malory
Therewith he started unto the king's horse and mounted into the saddle, and said, Gramercy, this horse is my own. Well, said the king, thou mayst take my horse ...
Book 4: Chapter 11 - Le Morte D'Arthur - Sir Thomas Malory
THEN Sir Accolon bethought him, and said, Woe worth this sword, for by it have I got my death. It may well be, said the king. Now, sir, said Accolon, I will tell you; ...
Book 2: Chapter 3 - Le Morte D'Arthur - Sir Thomas Malory
The name of it, said the lady, is Excalibur, that is as much to say as Cut-steel. Ye say well, said the king; ask what ye will and ye shall have it, an it lie in my power ...
Book 3: Chapter 3 - Le Morte D'Arthur - Sir Thomas Malory
That is truth, said the king, such cries I let make, and that will I hold, so it apair not my realm nor mine estate. Ye say well and graciously, said the poor man; Sir, ...
18 - Kidnapped - Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
"Well," said he, "yon was a hot burst, David." I said nothing, nor so much as lifted my face. I had seen murder done, and a great, ruddy, jovial gentleman struck ...
Book 7: Chapter 31 - Le Morte D'Arthur - Sir Thomas Malory
Sir knight, said the lady, thou speakest knightly and boldly; but wit thou well the lord of this castle loveth not King Arthur, nor none of his court, for my lord hath ...
22 - Kidnapped - Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
"Well, then, east, ye see, we have the muirs," said Alan. "Once there, David, it's mere pitch-and-toss. Out on yon bald, naked, flat place, where can a body turn to ?
The Man of the Crowd - Edgar Allan Poe
LA BRUYERE. IT WAS well said of a certain German book that "er lasst sich nicht lesen"-it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not ...
2 - Hard Times - Charles Dickens - Classic Literature - About.com
'Girl number twenty,' said Mr Gradgrind, squarely pointing with his square forefinger, ... 'Very well,' said this gentleman, briskly smiling, and folding his arms.