We again laved and refreshed, and closed this most delicious orgy with MacCallum first in the Nichols’ cunt, with my big and doted-on prick in her arse, which, now she was used to it, pleased her more than ever.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

In fact, before the day was ended, Little Wolf's force of character was felt and silently acknowledged; and little, and rosy, and curly though she was, she had become a power in the Sherman family.
— from Little Wolf: A Tale of the Western Frontier by Mary Ann Mann Cornelius

The stories of Laban and Leah and Rachel all conform to the symbolic rather than the literal hypothesis, as well as Jacob’s vision of the ladder, and his wrestling-match with the angel, when he openly obtained the astrological name of the children of Saturn—Israel.
— from The Eliminator; or, Skeleton Keys to Sacerdotal Secrets by Richard B. (Richard Brodhead) Westbrook

Such themes, for example, as "The Various Beneficent Uses of a Sickbed," "About Death," "About the Wholesomeness of Resignation," "About the Giant Size of the World," "About the Secrets of Life Eternal," "About Residence in the Country," "About Nature," "About Dreams," "About Love," "About Redemption and Christ," "Three Points in the Theory of Self-Justification," "Thoughts about Immortality," she often solved in her own easy way.
— from Seldwyla Folks: Three Singular Tales by Gottfried Keller

But despite this friendly admonition the herders still yelled and whistled at their sheep, jabbing them spitefully with the sharp muzzles of their rifles until at last, all riot and confusion, they fled away bleating into the west.
— from Hidden Water by Dane Coolidge

At length Asti rose, and coming to her, whispered in her ear: “Let us depart ere the watching spirits, whose rest we have broken, grow wrath with us.
— from Morning Star by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard

'If I knew what?' asked Lady Arbuthnot, rising and coming to the window; then standing before the girl, to say, after a pause: 'You will have to tell me, you know, Lesley; you have started me, and I'm not a fool.
— from Voices in the Night by Flora Annie Webster Steel