My father retreated from me, and, revolted by the disfigurement which the violence of my agitation had caused, almost to convulsion, he exclaimed, “Demon!” and stood at a distance viewing, and shuddering at me.
— from Melmoth the Wanderer, Vol. 1 (of 4) by Charles Robert Maturin
The rain had now ceased, and the clouds having entirely dispersed, the night promised to be clear and starlight.
— from Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651 by William Harrison Ainsworth
When he heard that, to crown all, the Cid had exhibited dishonesty, Alfonso was wroth, and banished Rodrigo from the kingdom.
— from The Story of Seville by Walter M. (Walter Matthew) Gallichan
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