Though all these regions collectively bear the term Marusthali, or ‘region of death’ (the emphatic and figurative phrase for the desert), the restrictive definition applies to a part only, that under the dominion of the Rathor race [19].
— from Annals and Antiquities of Rajasthan, v. 1 of 3 or the Central and Western Rajput States of India by James Tod

He therefore went down the Rue des Petits Augustins, and came up to the quay, in order to take the New Bridge.
— from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas

V. sound dead; stop the sound, damp the sound, deaden the sound, deaden the reverberations, dampen the reverberations.
— from Roget's Thesaurus by Peter Mark Roget

You will, no doubt, have the opportunity of describing in the Field how you brought down the rocketing dimorphodon.
— from The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle

declared the raging Doña Victorina to her husband.
— from The Social Cancer: A Complete English Version of Noli Me Tangere by José Rizal

“What did the race do to her?”
— from Thoroughbreds by William Alexander Fraser

for 1898, p. 1095, 1900; Alvarez del Toro, Reptiles de Chiapas, pp.
— from A Revision of Snakes of the Genus Conophis (Family Colubridae, from Middle America) by John Wellman

Diderot— The Rev. Dr. Folliott .—Who was he, sir?
— from Crotchet Castle by Thomas Love Peacock

“I do think,” returned Dorothy.
— from Dorothy Dixon Solves the Conway Case by Dorothy Wayne

What do the rebels demand?
— from The Art of Public Speaking by J. Berg (Joseph Berg) Esenwein

Doubt the regular denials
— from Zones of the Spirit: A Book of Thoughts by August Strindberg

Nor did the Romans decline the conflict, being emboldened both by the recollection of the exploits they had performed near that very spot, and by the numbers and valour of their soldiers.
— from The History of Rome, Books 09 to 26 by Livy

“When the drive starts dow-un, when the drive starts down, Oh, it’s every lad in Heaven he wud swop his golden crown For a peavey stick again, an’ a soakin’ April rain, An’ to birl a log beneath him as he drives the river down-n-n.” “Oh, I don’t like that verse,” protested Miss Garwood.
— from The Boss of Wind River by A. M. (Arthur Murray) Chisholm

No one could discover this ruthless disturber of their sports.
— from Traditions of Lancashire, Volume 1 by John Roby