The Pickwick Papers, by Charles Dickens
"Now sir," said the little man, as he carefully closed the door, "is there no way of accomodating this matter -- step this way, sir for a moment -- into this window, sir, where we can be alone -- there, sir, there, pray sit down, sir. Now, my dear sir, between you and I, we know very well, my dear sir, that you have run off with this lady for the sake of her money. Don't frown, sir, don't frown; I say, between you and I, we know it.
Wow. Those were some long sentences.
(The book that was closest to me was actually my journal, but page 123 is blank. So, I couldn't use that.)