She crouched on the floor like a wounded thing, and Dorian Gray, with his beautiful eyes, looked down at her, and his chiselled lips curled in exquisite disdain.
— from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

There were gardens and paths and big trees, but everything looked dull and wintry.
— from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Meg spoke earnestly, and forgot herself entirely till something in the brown eyes looking down at her made her remember the cooling tea, and lead the way into the parlor, saying she would call her mother.
— from Little Women; Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy by Louisa May Alcott

Thank you very, very much!" Meg spoke earnestly, and forgot herself entirely till something in the brown eyes looking down at her made her remember the cooling tea, and lead the way into the parlor, saying she would call her mother.
— from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

"My sister-in-law," he continued, "you must of course be extremely lonely day after day."
— from Hung Lou Meng, or, the Dream of the Red Chamber, a Chinese Novel, Book I by Xueqin Cao

"That's hardly to be expected," laughed Dave, as the two chums came to a halt on a street corner.
— from The Grammar School Boys of Gridley; or, Dick & Co. Start Things Moving by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock

Bob entered, looked defiantly at the keeper, but doffed his cap and bowed to Mr Walton and Archie.
— from From Squire to Squatter: A Tale of the Old Land and the New by Gordon Stables

They had a lawyer of their own, whose business it was to arrange the disputes of the club, should occasion require his services, and they also had a doctor, a humorous and very clever little man, who was fond of strolling about the premises in the evening, and taking notes for the writing of a medical treatise to be entitled 'Literary Dyspepsia, and the Passion of Envy considered in its Action on the Spleen and Other Vital Organs,' a book which he justly considered would excite a great deal of interest among his professional compeers.
— from The Murder of Delicia by Marie Corelli

Her blue eyes looked defiant as she marched into the sitting-room, and drawing off her gloves began to warm her hands by the stove.
— from A Hardy Norseman by Edna Lyall

Bend o'er the traces, blame each lingering dove, And give me to the bosom of my love!
— from The Literary Remains of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volume 1 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Bend o'er the traces, blame each lingering Dove, And give me to the bosom of my Love!
— from The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 1 (of 2) by Samuel Taylor Coleridge