Then it seemed that a physical pang distracted her mind from the immediate past; a strange, bewildered look crossed her upturned face, and she bowed herself and pressed her hand into her side and moaned.
— from Sons of the Morning by Eden Phillpotts

Maria was far less beautiful than her sisters,—indeed, that bitter-tongued chronicler, Bussy Rabutin, calls her "ugly, fat, and short, with the air of a soubrette "; but she had the temper of [Pg 142] an angel, and seemed to the boyish Louis a soft, plaintive, clinging creature, who appealed to his pity.
— from Old Court Life in France, vol. 2/2 by Frances Minto Dickinson Elliot

Werner then conceived the project–perhaps [154] he had carried the idea in his mind from the outset–to change his uniform for a suit of mufti and escape into Holland.
— from My Three Years in a German Prison by Henri Severin Beland

"Maggie and Bessie are going to ask their mamma if they can have us for a sewing meeting at their house, and I'll wait and see what they say.
— from Lily Norris' Enemy by Joanna H. (Joanna Hooe) Mathews

This time the Wolf went to the Goat and said: "My friend, your coming helped us, for as soon as you came, my mate felt better.
— from More Jataka Tales by Ellen C. Babbitt

Then the shouts and cries of the frightened excursionists who came hurrying up from all sides, the swearing of the coachmen and grooms, the snorting and struggling of the scared horses, and amid all, the mutterings and long roll of thunder, the whistling and shrieking of the gusts of wind that every now and then swept with frightful fury over the heath, and seemed to hold up the rain, of which only occasional heavy drops smote me in the face; the whole company, so far as they were now collected, resembling a party about to be led to execution, the men with agitated features, and the women pale as death, and all bearing abundant traces of their wanderings about the heath and the miry ground.
— from Hammer and Anvil: A Novel by Friedrich Spielhagen

Up in the baggage coach ahead, a skinny brown hound, accustomed to making the best of every situation, winked at the baggage agent and curled himself up for a snooze and a dream of the new life to come at Brighton Academy.
— from The Brighton Boys in the Submarine Treasure Ship by James R. Driscoll

Just then it was announced from the dining room that the tables with the evening collation were spread, and as Roderick was about to offer his arm to Miss Holden, Barbara came hurriedly up, flushed and saying: “Oh, Gail, here is Mr. Carlisle who wants to take you to supper.
— from The Treasure of Hidden Valley by Willis George Emerson