that the first glimpse of those dark eyes, looking fire into her own, did not kill her.
— from A Fair Mystery: The Story of a Coquette by Charlotte M. Brame

To-night all the soldiers who can be spared, aided by all the citizens able to use matlock and pick, are to set to work to begin to raise a half-moon round the windmill behind the point they are attacking, so as to have a second line to fall back upon when the wall gives way, which it will do ere long, for it is sorely shaken and battered.
— from By England's Aid; Or, the Freeing of the Netherlands, 1585-1604 by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty

Strengthen us lest we fall, Inspiring one and all, Urging thy righteous call, Under God’s will. {154} THE SERVICE FLAG WILLIAM HERSCHELL in The Indianapolis News Permission to reproduce in this book D EAR little flag in the window there, Hung with a tear and a woman’s prayer; Child of Old Glory, born with a star— Oh, what a wonderful flag you are!
— from Great Poems of the World War by William Dunseath Eaton

She bent forward and dug eager little fingers into his shoulder.
— from The Young O'Briens: Being an Account of Their Sojourn in London by Margaret Westrup

But when the desolate dark eyes looked full into hers, and uttered as plainly as words the question that the sister dreaded, Jim Cal’s wife turned and fled.
— from Judith of the Cumberlands by Alice MacGowan

'We must have one set together; you will promise me that?' and Cyril's dark eyes looked full into hers.
— from Lover or Friend by Rosa Nouchette Carey

In Justin Martyr's account, the evidence of a definitely established liturgical form is perhaps less plain, but nothing that he says would appear to be irreconcilable with the existence of a more or less elastic ritual order.
— from A Short History of the Book of Common Prayer by William Reed Huntington

The town crier had taken his way through the narrow main street early in the afternoon,—a dismal enough looking figure in his long, black cloak and tall, black hat, and ringing his bell.
— from Boys and Girls of Colonial Days by Carolyn Sherwin Bailey