I was a little consoled by the nursery maid's assuring me that it was she who had come and looked at me, and lain down beside me in the bed, and that I must have been half-dreaming not to have known her face.
— from Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

They all came and looked at me and asked questions.
— from Black Beauty by Anna Sewell

upon Calais as long as my arm; and with so distinct and satisfactory a detail of every item, which is worth a stranger’s curiosity in the town—that you would take me for the town-clerk of Calais itself—and where, sir, would be the wonder?
— from The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne

They said I looked at them but could not speak, and they moistened my lips, and said I was nearly gone; then I whispered, and they came and looked at me again, but would not disturb me.
— from Demonology and Devil-lore by Moncure Daniel Conway

Dum And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more— Dee The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so,
— from Alice in Wonderland A Dramatization of Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass" by Alice Gerstenberg

Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more— All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.
— from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll

Then follows your unheard-of simplicity of heart; then comes your absolute want of sense of proportion (to this want you have several times confessed); and lastly, a mass, an accumulation, of intellectual convictions which you, in your unexampled honesty of soul, accept unquestionably as also innate and natural and true.
— from The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

1534—A religious fanatic denounces coffee in Cairo and leads a mob against the coffee houses, many of which are wrecked.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

Armed with my hunting-knife, I went alone to the cemetery a little after midnight, and opening the grave of the dead man who had been buried that very day, I cut off one of the arms near the shoulder, not without some trouble, and after I had re-buried the corpse, I returned to my room with the arm of the defunct.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

In the end the inquirer finds himself an alien in State and Church, and laws are made against his life, his liberty, property, and veracity.
— from English Secularism: A Confession Of Belief by George Jacob Holyoake

Thore's lips parted, he coughed a little, and made an effort to speak; but Ole and Oyvind both kept on talking in an uninterrupted stream, laughed and kept up such a clatter that no one else could be heard.
— from A Happy Boy by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

Selim bade good-night to all: he kissed the hands of Pani d'Yves and wished to kiss Hania's; but she would not consent, and looked at me as if afraid.
— from Hania by Henryk Sienkiewicz

There is a judgment and a feeling against slavery in this nation which cast at least a million and a half of votes.
— from Noted Speeches of Abraham Lincoln, Including the Lincoln-Douglas Debate by Abraham Lincoln

If at such moments God is, indeed, to our darkened vision, and, for us, who wait for his blessing, as if he were sleeping or on a journey, one can at least, as moral agent, utter this protest against ill, and wonder why his omnipotence does not make it effective.
— from The Sources of Religious Insight by Josiah Royce

It is certainly unlikely that there were simply three cultures, “Acheulean,” “Levalloisian,” and “Mousterian,” as has been thought in the past.
— from Prehistoric Men by Robert J. (Robert John) Braidwood

Say, don't you sit there, Mr. Courage, and look at me as though I were a woman with some cranky grievance to talk about.
— from The Great Secret by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

I was a little consoled by the nursery-maid's assuring me that it was she who had come and looked at me, and lain down beside me in the bed, and that I must have been half-dreaming not to have known her face.
— from In a Glass Darkly, v. 3/3 by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

Mother pulled the carpet and looked at me, and then pulled the carpet again.
— from Aunt Madge's Story by Sophie May