When they arrived at Mrs. Fontaine's, they found, to their surprise, that Mrs. Kildair had been delayed by an automobile breaking down, and would only join them later at the opera.
— from The Sixty-First Second by Owen Johnson
His great dissipation is a quart of beer and a big drunk at harvest time.
— from Sister Gertrude: A Tale of the West Riding by D. F. E. Sykes
"For the vision is yet for an appointed time; but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it."— Hab. ii. 3, 4. M UCH HONOURED AND WORTHY SIR,—Your chains now shine as much for Christ (the cause being His) as your sword was made famous in acting for that cause; and blessed are such as can willingly tender to Christ both action and blood, doing and suffering.
— from Letters of Samuel Rutherford (Third Edition) by Samuel Rutherford
[114] penned and jammed back against a broad, deep, and high belt of their own barbed wire.
— from Front Lines by Boyd Cable
Not a sound or stir, even the sparrows were barely awake, as Baubie darted along.
— from Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Vol. XVI., December, 1880. by Various
The discovery was not only a complete surprise but also a bitter disappointment, and when we all three had completed our examination of that long-walled-up chamber we closed the door and regarded the great hole in the wall with considerable regret.
— from The Tickencote Treasure by William Le Queux
For the outer land is sad, and wears A raiment of a flaming fire; And the fierce fruitless mountain stairs Climb, yet seem wroth and loth to aspire, Climb, and break, and are broken down, And through their clefts and crests the town Looks west and sees the dead sun lie, In sanguine death that stains the sky With angry dye.
— from Songs Before Sunrise by Algernon Charles Swinburne
One of the men had a white shirt front, soft, and now soaked with rain into the bargain, and all bagging down; and in that wet shirt front a diamond clasp.
— from Pan by Knut Hamsun
He crouched behind an alder bush, drew a long breath, and sent a loud, shrill cry across the water.
— from The Secret Cache: An Adventure and Mystery Story for Boys by Ethel C. (Ethel Claire) Brill
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