I never saw a more interesting creature: his eyes have generally an expression of wildness, and even madness; but there are moments when, if any one performs an act of kindness towards him, or does him any the most trifling service, his whole countenance is lighted up, as it were, with a beam of benevolence and sweetness that I never saw equalled.
— from Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

I never saw a more interesting creature: his eyes have generally an expression of wildness, and even madness, but there are moments when, if anyone performs an act of kindness towards him or does him any the most trifling service, his whole countenance is lighted up, as it were, with a beam of benevolence and sweetness that I never saw equalled.
— from Frankenstein; Or, The Modern Prometheus by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

After waiting a little while the young man tried again to loose the horse, but a second time it neighed so loudly that the dragon woke up in a hurry and called out to know why the horse was making such a noise.
— from The Pink Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

And yet I can lay my hand upon the Book and say that I never slandered Mr. Blank's grandfather.
— from Sketches New and Old, Part 7. by Mark Twain

It was made by a poor, toiling woman who had scarcely sufficient means to keep body and soul together: "I never, somehow," she said, "seem to think a thing is mine until I have given it away."
— from Men in the Making by Ambrose Shepherd

And yet I can lay my hand upon the Book and say that I never slandered Mr. Blank’s grandfather.
— from Sketches New and Old by Mark Twain

When an author's books are scattered, there is not sufficient inducement for any one to push them strongly, nor, as in the case above related, to protect a writer against a "double," should one appear.
— from Taken Alive by Edward Payson Roe

The poor man, startled, looks up; the rich one, lolling back upon his easy cushion, casts a downward glance; their eyes meet—it is but a second; there is no sympathy between them—the course of one lies north, the other south.
— from Jack Hinton: The Guardsman by Charles James Lever