When the clock struck, Andrey Yefimitch would sink back into his chair and close his eyes to think a little.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Recent studies like those of Huntington in his "Climate and Civilization" have emphasized the effects of climate upon human behavior.
— from Introduction to the Science of Sociology by E. W. (Ernest Watson) Burgess

From what has been said, it is very evident that neither Hansen, Chambers, Proctor, nor any of those whose names have been mentioned by the last, in connexion with the withdrawal of water into the body of the moon by absorption, while cooling and condensing, had ever thought of the possibility of air and water having been removed by centrifugal force from the side of the moon turned towards the earth.
— from New Theories in Astronomy by Willam Stirling

Even his attentions to her had been paid with a blindfolded, lethargic unwillingness, as if he offered them against the dictates of his conscience and closed his eyes to a crisis he would not, dared not face.
— from The Wall Between by Sara Ware Bassett

The Austrian instantly began capering, and continued his exercise till desired to stand still, assured that he had satisfied the police.—In the United States, the contrast is amusing.
— from How to Observe: Morals and Manners by Harriet Martineau

The cigar was a good one, and I had much to think about; so it was not until a shaft of light streamed athwart the screen that, looking round it, I noticed that Lucille Haldane, carrying a candle, had entered the long room.
— from The Mistress of Bonaventure by Harold Bindloss

‘He placed his hand beneath her chin, and coaxed her eyes to meet his own.
— from Despair's Last Journey by David Christie Murray

It was a long time before he could again close his eyes to sleep; he at length fell into a slumber, and again he dreamed.
— from Alonzo and Melissa; Or, The Unfeeling Father: An American Tale by I. (Isaac) Mitchell

she cried, and closed her eyes to lie panting on my breast.
— from The Strolling Saint; being the confessions of the high and mighty Agostino D'Anguissola, tyrant of Mondolfo and Lord of Carmina, in the state of Piacenza by Rafael Sabatini

Few who use the telephone, ride on electric cars, and carry a camera have even the mildest curiosity in regard to how these things work.
— from The Mind in the Making: The Relation of Intelligence to Social Reform by James Harvey Robinson