I had given out that I wanted to look out the things which the doctor required, in Vienna, and send them off myself, and so I managed to get away from Grumitz without difficulty.
— from Lay Down Your Arms: The Autobiography of Martha von Tilling by Bertha von Suttner

He was dressed richly, in velvet and silk; he was grown—the slender delicacy of his form was set off by the fine clothing that rich men’s children wear; his beautiful waving black hair was somewhat more closely cut, but the melancholy yet richly colored young face that turned toward me—the deep and yearning eyes, the large, solemn gaze, the premature gravity, were all his—it was Sigmund, Courvoisier’s boy.
— from The First Violin A Novel by Jessie Fothergill

He knows she has no money and that she is staying with some [Pg 158] distant relatives in Virginia; a situation that he—perhaps too superficially—figures as unspeakably dreary.
— from A London Life, and Other Tales by Henry James