I would just as soon have expected restraint from a hyena prowling amongst the corpses of a battlefield.
— from Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

Not a syllable had ever reached her of Miss Darcy's meditated elopement.
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Slowly and inquiringly he looked for several seconds at his mother standing motionless before him, then all at once he smiled a blissful smile, and shutting his eyes, rolled not backwards but towards her into her arms.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

After all, she has every right to be fond of music, that girl.
— from Swann's Way by Marcel Proust

He was about repeating the performance—for the child hung like a rag in his grasp—but all of a sudden his ears rang, as if pistols were snapp'd close to them; lights of various hues flicker'd in his eye, (he had but one, it will be remember'd,) and a strong propelling power caused him to move from his position, and keep moving until he was brought up by the wall.
— from Complete Prose Works Specimen Days and Collect, November Boughs and Goodbye My Fancy by Walt Whitman

The reader will easily believe, that the cheeks of Mrs Miller began again to glow with additional gratitude to Jones; but, perhaps, it may be more difficult to persuade him, that Mr Jones having in his last speech called her daughter Mrs Nightingale (it being the first time that agreeable sound had ever reached her ears), gave the fond mother more satisfaction, and warmed her heart more towards Jones, than his having dissipated her present anxiety.
— from History of Tom Jones, a Foundling by Henry Fielding

an honour'd name) Drove through the thickest of the embattled plains The startling steeds, and shook his eager reins.
— from The Iliad by Homer

“It’s not his own tale he is telling,” he muttered as though to himself, and suddenly his eyes rested on Raskolnikov again.
— from Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

She had often heard that the English are a highly eccentric people, and she had even read in some ingenious author that they are at bottom the most romantic of races.
— from The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 1 by Henry James

‘We welcome this volume as a graceful tribute to the memory of as gifted, tender, generous a soul as Science has ever reared, and prematurely lost.’ — Literary Gazette .
— from The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 1 of 9] Introduction and Publisher's Advertising by William Shakespeare

La Bruyère was a moralist, pure and simple; he awakened sensibility, he encouraged refinement, and he exposed the vicious difference which existed around him—and which no one else had seemed to notice—that the possession of more or fewer pieces of money made between human beings otherwise equal.
— from Three French Moralists and The Gallantry of France by Edmund Gosse

Well pleased with the words of Lakshmana, that highly effulgent one, after due reflection, selected a site having every recommendation.
— from The Rāmāyana, Volume Two. Āranya, Kishkindhā, and Sundara Kāndam by Valmiki

With two elaborate Maps of Palestine, an accurate Plan of Jerusalem, and several hundred Engravings representing the Scenery, Topography, and Productions of the Holy Land, and the Costumes, Manners, and Habits of the People.
— from The Laird of Norlaw; A Scottish Story by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

They couldn't let Miss Manwaring go and tell the story of her adventure promiscuously, as she had every right to if she chose, for if it got to the ears of the insurance people their plot would fail, and they were none too sure that they were not liable to be sent to jail for conspiracy with intent to defraud.
— from Nobody by Louis Joseph Vance

He shall never again see her eyes rest longer on his face than mine.
— from The Old Stone House and Other Stories by Anna Katharine Green

Then, after sweeping his eye round the woods which bordered this mansion, he told Laurent he had seen enough for his first view, and that there was no more to be done at present.
— from Clash of Arms: A Romance by John Bloundelle-Burton

The Pimple, as a Spiritualist, has every right to believe the photograph was taken by OOO, but it would be interesting to know how he explained his belief to the Court.
— from The Road to En-Dor Being an Account of How Two Prisoners of War at Yozgad in Turkey Won Their Way to Freedom by E. H. (Elias Henry) Jones

he added, suddenly, his eyes resting on his sardonic visitor, who had [Pg 250] disguised himself far less than his horse.
— from Stingaree by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung