I suppose George Fox and Savonarola did not use quite the ordinary language of their day and generation.
The doctor listened with a kind look on his strong face, and when the dark young girl quietly whispered "Amen!" our professor quite simply repeated the word.
Tom Lennard had been going through a most complicated series of acrobatic movements, and he now broke in-- "Ah! Harry Fullerton, if you're not an angel, you're pretty near one.
Ah! that eloquence is of the most--the most--a kind of--ah! fahscinating--oh-h-h! fahscinating! But I believe this vessel has a personal spite against me, or else the sea's rising." "It is, indeed," said Mr.Blair, who had peeped out from the companion.
"We're actually running up to the fleet, and the rocket has gone up for them to haul trawls.

It looks very bad, very bad.

You're not frightened, Mrs.Walton, I hope ?" The reserved, silent lady said-- "Oh, no! Marion and I seem to take kindly to bad weather.

I believe if she could wear a sou'-wester she would hang on to the rigging.

It's her combative instinct.