Miss Pottleton, whose smiles upon the nobleman had been returned unopened, curved her upper lip spitefully, and replied that they were indeed, but she didn't envy Ariadne that pompous little error of nature's, the earl.
— from The Water Ghost and Others by John Kendrick Bangs

Loch Garry’s best run under Captain Horne was on 26th December, 1892, when running her easting down in 40° S. With a N.W. wind and smooth sea she covered 334 miles.
— from The Colonial Clippers by Basil Lubbock

He did not wait for Leech to move, but, reaching up, caught him by the leg and pulled him down amid a cloud of dust and soot.
— from Red Rock: A Chronicle of Reconstruction by Thomas Nelson Page

The entire harvest of the change will not be reaped until civilization has made further progress—until the providence, industry, intelligence, and peaceableness of the working man are such as to render him altogether fit for self-support, and to protect society against the shocks arising from his delusions and violence.
— from Cannibals all! or, Slaves without masters by George Fitzhugh

Bothwell rode up, caught her bridle-rein, and assured her that "she was in the greatest possible danger," and forthwith escorted her to one of her own castles, Dunbar.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 11, April, 1870 to September, 1870 by Various

Second : An assertion that the independence of the revolutionists should not be recognised until Cuba has achieved its own independence beyond the possibility of overthrow.
— from The Boys of '98 by James Otis

There are quicksands along the Flathead, sands underlain with water, apparently secure but reaching up clutching hands to the unwary.
— from Tenting To-night A Chronicle of Sport and Adventure in Glacier Park and the Cascade Mountains by Mary Roberts Rinehart

Behind her, with timid step, stole up Ella, and, peeping over her shoulders, encountered the eyes of the young man beaming upon her, with a look which her acute perception told her was any thing but insane; and instantly starting back, the blood rushed upward, crimsoning her neck and face with a beautiful glow.
— from Ella Barnwell A Historical Romance of Border Life by Emerson Bennett