“It's nearly two,” said Kate, but civilly enough, for she had grown to see that she could not bully her husband, as she had done her father and her sister; “it's nearly two, and it will be supper-time before we get there.”
— from Beautiful Stories from Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

Chinese encroaching flat stitch (fig. 231 ).—Another
— from Encyclopedia of Needlework by Thérèse de Dillmont

She continued by the side of her sister, with little intermission the whole afternoon, calming every fear, satisfying every inquiry of her enfeebled spirits, supplying every succour, and watching almost every look and every breath.
— from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

On the other hand, they were evidently disposed to remain bound to the place by an additional interest in the mysterious mummeries that they of course expected from such a visit.
— from The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757 by James Fenimore Cooper

I heard him once call Eudemon from St. Victor’s gate to Montmartre.
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais

Then, the far capital forgot, Its splendour and its blandishments, In poor Moldavia cast her lot, She visited the humble tents Of migratory gipsy hordes— And wild among them grew her words— Our godlike tongue she could exchange For savage speech, uncouth and strange, And ditties of the steppe she loved.
— from Eugene Oneguine [Onegin] A Romance of Russian Life in Verse by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin

The Spirit of Prophecy, for instance, had been considered extinct for some centuries: nevertheless these last-times, as indeed is the tendency of last-times, do revive it; that so, of French mad things, we might have sample also of the maddest.
— from The French Revolution: A History by Thomas Carlyle

It was deserted before the beginning of the historic period, but may have been located about the junction of the two forks of Pigeon river, a few miles east of Waynesville, where there are still a number of mounds and ancient cemeteries extending for some miles down the stream.
— from Myths of the Cherokee Extract from the Nineteenth Annual Report of the Bureau of American Ethnology by James Mooney

The commodities chiefly exposed for sale in the public streets are marine stores, hard-bake, apples, flat-fish, and oysters.
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

"Friends," Box of C. etc., for Sherwood, Tenn.
— from The American Missionary — Volume 44, No. 02, February, 1890 by Various

Neither Helen, nor myself, could ever feel satisfied, or happy, in the possession of property which, in the sight of Heaven, belongs to another."
— from May Brooke by Anna Hanson Dorsey

"I don't care enough for supper to do that."
— from Robert Coverdale's Struggle; Or, on the Wave of Success by Alger, Horatio, Jr.

The first detachment of troops, including heavy and light artillery and the engineer corps, embarked for Santiago on the second of June.
— from The Boys of '98 by James Otis

The large atlas of the world, a very expensive work, belonging to the commander, supplied accurate maps on a small scale, and these were transferred to the canvas, eight feet square.
— from Asiatic Breezes; Or, Students on The Wing by Oliver Optic

CXI Erminia fled, scantly the tender grass Her Pegasus with his light footsteps bent, Her maiden's beast for speed did likewise pass; Yet divers ways, such was their fear, they went: The squire who all too late returned, alas.
— from Jerusalem Delivered by Torquato Tasso

I could not do it, for I was sure they were about to kill her; and as I gazed upon those calm, expressive features, so pale and sad, yet so perfectly beautiful, I felt that it would be sacrilege for me to raise my hand against nature's holiest and most exquisite work.
— from Life in the Grey Nunnery at Montreal An Authentic Narrative of the Horrors, Mysteries, and Cruelties of Convent Life by Sarah J. Richardson

And the city editor for some reason always chose him to go down and see them come out.
— from Van Bibber and Others by Richard Harding Davis

They did not answer, and now Tedham and his daughter looked at each other, with what feeling no one can ever fully say.
— from A Pair of Patient Lovers by William Dean Howells