At length, lifting his eyes and looking round him, he saw Hastings at the distance, leaning against the rampart, with folded arms; and the contrast of his rival’s cold and arrogant indifference, and his own burning veins and bleeding heart, roused up his manly spirit, and gave to his tongue the eloquence which emotion gains when it once breaks the fetters it forges for itself.
— from The Last of the Barons — Complete by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

When Deleah at last lifted her eyes and looked at him the change in his face frightened her, his breath came hard and noisily as if he had been running.
— from Mrs. Day's Daughters by Mary E. Mann

By-and-bye the rustling through the brush ceases; and the dog at last lowers his ears and lies quiet.
— from The Story of the Trapper by Agnes C. Laut