Mrs Lammle bestowed a sweet and loving smile upon her friend, which Miss Podsnap returned as she best could.
— from Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens

Then were they wroth both, and gave each other many sore strokes, but always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood that knightly he endured the pain.
— from Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1 by Malory, Thomas, Sir

When he sees you he lifts his lip and lets a flash of his teeth out, and then turns a little out of the course he was pursuing, depresses his head a bit, and strikes a long, soft-footed trot through the sage-brush, glancing over his shoulder at you, from time to time, till he is about out of easy pistol range, and then he stops and takes a deliberate survey of you; he will trot fifty yards and stop again—another fifty and stop again; and finally the gray of his gliding body blends with the gray of the sage-brush, and he disappears.
— from Roughing It by Mark Twain

But as soon as Lise saw Alyosha's finger through the crack, she flung the door wide open.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The first intelligence from the East which Heraclius received, 59 was that of the loss of Antioch; but the aged metropolis, so often overturned by earthquakes, and pillaged by the enemy, could supply but a small and languid stream of treasure and blood.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

The first intelligence from the East which Heraclius received, was that of the loss of Antioch; but the aged metropolis, so often overturned by earthquakes, and pillaged by the enemy, could supply but a small and languid stream of treasure and blood.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

There ought to be a story, A lovely story!
— from Christmas Carols and Midsummer Songs by Various

how men can weep, Print protestations on their breasts and sigh, And look so truly, and then weep again, And then protest again, and again dissemble!
— from A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 13 by Robert Dodsley

—With a quarter of a peck of fine flour mix the yolks of three and whites of two eggs, beaten and strained, a little salt, half a pint of good yeast that is not bitter, and as much milk, made a little warm, as will work into a thin light dough.
— from Barkham Burroughs' Encyclopaedia of Astounding Facts and Useful Information, 1889 by Barkham Burroughs

And Hilary held up her teacup, bowing and smiling, and looking so bright and pretty that it was a pleasure to see her.
— from Sisters Three by Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.

As soon as the signal for war was given, nothing could resist the impetuous valour of the Crusaders; they beat the Turks everywhere; they took several towns of Bulgaria and Servia, and laid siege to Nicopolis: happy had it been if these first advantages had not given them a blind confidence in victory!
— from The History of the Crusades (vol. 3 of 3) by J. Fr. (Joseph Fr.) Michaud

Bake in well-greased bag and stick a little sprig of parsley in the end of each cone before serving.
— from Standard Paper-Bag Cookery by Emma Paddock Telford

When he suddenly realized that he was using a word for the first time, and probably mispronouncing it, he would become as much confused as if he were trying to pass a lead dollar, would blush and stammer and let some one finish his sentence for him.
— from One of Ours by Willa Cather