I have always been afraid of you, because you have a sort of decayed egg look about you.
— from The Grocery Man And Peck's Bad Boy Peck's Bad Boy and His Pa, No. 2 - 1883 by George W. (George Wilbur) Peck

"With her dying hands she joined ours, her dying eyes looking at you .
— from A Terrible Secret: A Novel by May Agnes Fleming

English people do not know enough of the formalities attending the arrangement of duels to fully appreciate M. Noblet's forgetfulness of his duties; nor do English ladies, as yet, give Harlequin Balls, at which the gentlemen wear red evening coats,—it was not a hunt-ball of course; nor does London 1890 see any particular point in the monde being shown as frivolous and dissipated, while the demi-monde will not permit smoking in the drawing-room, and generally plays propriety.
— from Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 98, June 21 1890 by Various

Here was the real Dick emerging like a young sun-god from the clouds.
— from Not Like Other Girls by Rosa Nouchette Carey

She had fair hair and grey, dark eyes; like a young girl she was.
— from Wanderers by Knut Hamsun

if I must listen to you with the same dull ears, look at you with the same unmarking eyes, and think of you with the same unmeaning coldness, with which I hear, see, and consider the time-wearing, spirit-consuming, soul-wasting tribe, that daily press upon my sight, and offend my understanding?
— from The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 1 of 5) by Fanny Burney

But when we come to details, we find that a different character and a different emotional life are yielded according as the relation to nature or to human society governs life; especially as we are parts in an infinite nature, or as we place our own province in the foreground and seek a new form for it.
— from Life's Basis and Life's Ideal: The Fundamentals of a New Philosophy of Life by Rudolf Eucken

My, how different everything looks after you’ve had a good feed!”
— from Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull Boy by George Manville Fenn

"Emma," said he, putting his head in at Miss Morland's door next moment; and more urgently still, not discerning her there at first in the dusk: "Emma lass, are ye theer?"
— from The Post-Girl by Edward Charles Booth

But in my Heart I knew that, though the great Man was not in pressing need of a Secretary, his soul did even long and yearn for a Friend.
— from His Majesty's Well-Beloved An Episode in the Life of Mr. Thomas Betteron as told by His Friend John Honeywood by Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness