The Court full of the news from Captain Hubbert, of “The Milford,” touching his being affronted in the Streights, shot at, and having eight men killed him by a French man-of-war, calling him “English dog,” and commanding him to strike, which he refused, and, as knowing himself much too weak for him, made away from him.
— from The Diary of Samuel Pepys — Complete by Samuel Pepys

She had scarcely recovered her composure when she cast her eyes down and sighed deeply.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

Though she had consented, Christie had endless doubts and fears, but Lucy removed many of the former, and her own desire for pleasant employment conquered many of the latter.
— from Work: A Story of Experience by Louisa May Alcott

To be sure, he who never liveth at the right time, how could he ever die at the right time?
— from Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

The new-born infant cries, his early days are spent in crying.
— from Emile by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

'Well, ma'amselle, as I was saying, these preparations about the castle, and these strange-looking people, that are calling here every day, and the Signor's cruel usage of my lady, and his odd goings-on—all these, as I told Ludovico, can bode no good.
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

She cast her eyes down as if she was deep in thought, raised them again as if to read my very soul, and breaking our painful silence, as soon as she had dismissed her maid, she said to me, with an accent full of tenderness and of solemnity, “Dear one, let there be no concealment either on my part or on yours.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

As she ceased, he cast his eyes down, and seemed for a moment deep in thought; then looking up, he said, “The season for words is past.
— from Sybil, Or, The Two Nations by Disraeli, Benjamin, Earl of Beaconsfield

But the king only grew the more indignant as the bargaining became more paltry, and he continued to heap bitter reproaches upon the queen, who, without having any children or known inheritor of her possessions, should nevertheless, be so desirous of compassing his eternal disgrace and of exciting the discontent of his subjects for the sake of an evanescent gain for herself.
— from History of the United Netherlands, 1590-99 — Complete by John Lothrop Motley

"Just then the clock struck five, and Raoul comes home every day at half past!
— from The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Vol. 1 Boule de Suif and Other Stories by Guy de Maupassant

That time it was a cry heard every day at every Cross-road in Ireland.
— from Rossa's Recollections, 1838 to 1898 Childhood, boyhood, manhood; customs, habits and manners of the Irish people; Erinach and Sassenach; Catholic and protestant; Englishman and Irishman; English religion; Irish plunder; social life and prison life; the Fenian movement; Travels in Ireland, England, Scotland and America by Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa

"Ah, Melanie is far more beautiful than I," she said, casting her eyes down, and growing very serious.
— from Debts of Honor by Mór Jókai

But just as he got near his grange, that they could see him, out came his eldest daughter at the head of all the court, to meet the king, and to welcome him back safe and sound.
— from Tales from the Fjeld: A Second Series of Popular Tales by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen

We returned on foot as we had come; private carriages had entirely disappeared, and though the omnibuses and cabs were plying as usual, their progress was seriously impeded by long lines of vans, heavily laden with neat deal boxes, evidently containing tinned provisions.
— from An Englishman in Paris: Notes and Recollections by Albert D. (Albert Dresden) Vandam

But when Dr. Jones announced that he must sail within two or three hours, her face became exceedingly sorrowful, and she said to him so gently and simply that it touched the hearts of the men more than tears could have ever done: "And do you know what goes with you in your beautiful Silver Cloud?"
— from Doctor Jones' Picnic by S. E. (Samuel E.) Chapman

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