Miss Bates looked about her, so happily—!
— from Emma by Jane Austen

Mandt first came to Pleasant Spring, but as he did not have anything [249] with which to buy land, as he says, he worked for others there and elsewhere for five years.
— from A History of Norwegian Immigration to the United States From the Earliest Beginning down to the Year 1848 by George T. (George Tobias) Flom

De Bracy looked at her steadily for an instant.
— from Ivanhoe: A Romance by Walter Scott

Little by little all her small possessions went for food.
— from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain

When Mrs. Jennings attacked her one evening at the park, to give the name of the young man who was Elinor's particular favourite, which had been long a matter of great curiosity to her, Margaret answered by looking at her sister, and saying, "I must not tell, may I, Elinor?" This of course made every body laugh; and Elinor tried to laugh too.
— from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Perhaps had she been less amiable, had she been more like Alicia in disposition, the two ladies might have expended their enmity in one tremendous quarrel, and might ever afterward have been affectionate and friendly.
— from Lady Audley's Secret by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon

My request was granted; he favoured us with his company, and, in the course of our conversation perceiving that I had a strong passion for the Belles Lettres, acquitted himself so well on that subject, that I expressed a fervent desire of seeing his productions.
— from The Adventures of Roderick Random by T. (Tobias) Smollett

“But she has a daughter: no doubt she’s busy looking after her?” said Levin.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

The nature of these Annamites is very different from that of the Siamese, who are an effeminate and indolent race, but liberal and hospitable, simple-minded, and without pride.
— from Travels in the Central Parts of Indo-China (Siam), Cambodia, and Laos (Vol. 1 of 2) During the Years 1858, 1859, and 1860 by Henri Mouhot

"We'll teach Buck Looker and his set to let us alone, if it's possible to teach them anything.
— from The Radio Boys' First Wireless; Or, Winning the Ferberton Prize by Allen Chapman

There was more than one great tent in the French lines, of which the curtain was raised a little, and there Gilbert saw men and women drinking together, under bright lights, and he saw that the women were Greeks and that their cheeks were painted and their eyelids blackened; and he turned away from the sight, in disgust that such things should be done on the Holy Eve of Christmas.
— from Via Crucis: A Romance of the Second Crusade by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

He was on the battle line, and he saw what they were doing.
— from The Texan Scouts: A Story of the Alamo and Goliad by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler

He sat there stunned until Hooky began licking at his scuffed fingers.
— from The Hoofer by Walter M. Miller

But looking at her still face, he checked himself, and just in time.
— from Queed: A Novel by Henry Sydnor Harrison

CHAPTER XVII OF THE AMBUSHMENT NEAR THORNABY MILL Little by little, as he stumbled along, Beltane's brain began to clear; he became aware of the ring and clash of arms about him, and the trampling of horses.
— from Beltane the Smith by Jeffery Farnol

His limb for the time pained him but little; and his spirit was too much worn to be keenly apprehensive as to the future.
— from The Headless Horseman: A Strange Tale of Texas by Mayne Reid

Do you remember how Aunt Susan had a bad leg, and how she went on about that leg, the pride she took in it, the medicines she swallowed for it, and how she hated Betsy Tucker because she also had a bad leg, and how she contended that hers was the worst, the most inflamed, and caused her most pain?
— from Arminell: A Social Romance, Vol. 1 by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

"What if I do not want to be loved?" asked his sister.
— from Rose Clark by Fanny Fern

There is loud cheer In the wide halls, and poets red with wine Tell of your eyebrows and your tresses long, And pause to let your royal mother hear The brown bull low amid her silken kine.
— from The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge with Introductions by Lord Dunsany by Francis Ledwidge