Honor and conscience were going to divide them; Maggie, with that appeal from her inmost soul, had decided it; but surely they might cast a lingering look at each other across the gulf, before they turned away never to look again till that strange light had forever faded out of their eyes.
— from The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot

THIS PULP SHAPE INTO SMALL SAUSAGE, WRAP EACH IN CAUL AND LAUREL LEAVES AND HANG THEM UP TO BE SMOKED.
— from Cookery and Dining in Imperial Rome by Apicius

"You do know her, and she helps you better than any one else could," answered Laurie, looking at her with such mischievous meaning in his merry black eyes, that Beth suddenly turned very red, and hid her face in the sofa-cushion, quite overcome by such an unexpected discovery.
— from Little Women; Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy by Louisa May Alcott

Who ever wonders what they thought when they saw him come back to Nazareth a celebrity, and looked long at his unfamiliar face to make sure, and then said, “It is Jesus?”
— from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain

So I let Charley cry a little longer, and it did us both good.
— from Bleak House by Charles Dickens

Much of course may be done, in the way of educating the public, by amateurs in the domestic circle, at literary lunches, and at afternoon teas.
— from Intentions by Oscar Wilde

But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 2 by Edgar Allan Poe

It contained a long ligula, a spathomele, a cyathiscomele, and a double olivary probe.
— from Surgical Instruments in Greek and Roman Times by John Stewart Milne

Panurge is got down somewhere in the hold, where he is crept into some corner, and lurks like a mouse in a cranny.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

He wore a long blue coat and a peaked cap, and looked like a merchant's clerk.
— from The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“Janey and Mary,” she said to the two girls nearest her, “I daresay you will kindly change your chairs and let Lady Anstruthers and Miss Vanderpoel sit next to me.”
— from The Shuttle by Frances Hodgson Burnett

No, it could not be, for Lyon had dressed like an Apache, and this man was in conventional evening clothes and looked like a Brigadier in mufti.
— from Back to Life by Philip Gibbs

And so in the years to come, the old Thakoor of Dhurmkote will no doubt rescind his reproof, and, having forgotten Jerry, will call another little laddie 'a son of heroes.'
— from Voices in the Night by Flora Annie Webster Steel

She smoothed the paper out once more, and once more read the even characters, and looked long at the signature, and back again to the writing.
— from Saracinesca by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

Among its constituents are limonene, linalyl acetate, geraniol and geranyl acetate.
— from The Handbook of Soap Manufacture by W. H. (William Herbert) Simmons

Having secured (for a sum that would have fitted up an ambulance) their passages on a steamer sailing from England, they could at length look about them, feel sorry, and subscribe to all the budding war charities.
— from The Marne: A Tale of the War by Edith Wharton

Molyneux lit a cigarette and looked longingly at the tea-tray set out in the middle of the hall.
— from A Prince of Sinners by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

Any other Sunday evening she would have told the landlady something about her motor-ride, for she and Dudley had now been in the same rooms for seven years, and it is quite a fallacy to condemn all London landladies as grasping, bad-tempered tyrants.
— from Winding Paths by Gertrude Page

But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled, as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.
— from Choice Specimens of American Literature, and Literary Reader Being Selections from the Chief American Writers by Benj. N. (Benjamin Nicholas) Martin