Dólokhov, who had already changed into a soldier’s gray greatcoat, did not wait to be called.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

He was lying on his side, dead where he had dragged himself, an arrow protruding, head and feathers, from either side of his body.
— from The Call of the Wild by Jack London

[Pg 253] Before they went to see Glinda, however, they were taken to a room of the Castle, where Dorothy washed her face and combed her hair, and the Lion shook the dust out of his mane, and the Scarecrow patted himself into his best shape, and the Woodman polished his tin and oiled his joints.
— from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank (Lyman Frank) Baum

As he was not sure whether he could remain for the whole performance, we played the concerted aria and the thunderstorm at the beginning of the second act, by his desire, when he again testified his approbation in the kindest manner, and said, laughing, "Who could believe that such great things could be hidden in so small a head?"
— from The Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart — Volume 01 by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

And what does this Polyphemus do with his tongue?”
— from Notre-Dame de Paris by Victor Hugo

Why yes, I said, but the fact is that when a man is out of his depth, whether he has fallen into a little swimming bath or into mid ocean, he has to swim all the same.
— from The Republic of Plato by Plato

Odin laid on the funeral-pile his gold ring, Draupner, which had the property of producing, every ninth night, eight gold rings of equal weight.
— from The Younger Edda; Also called Snorre's Edda, or The Prose Edda by Snorri Sturluson

When they had all been introduced, Anna, the eldest daughter, who had met me at the door, scattered them gently, and came bringing a white apron which she tied round her mother’s waist.
— from My Antonia by Willa Cather

Even the little girl from the convent, who, in her prim white dress, with her small submissive face and her hands locked before her, stood there as if she were about to partake of her first communion, even Mr. Osmond’s diminutive daughter had a kind of finish that was not entirely artless.
— from The Portrait of a Lady — Volume 1 by Henry James

We may be very "superior" about dogmatism in theology, but well for us that dogmatism will have no such nonsense in life.
— from Men in the Making by Ambrose Shepherd

Her plans for the morning had provided for a brief landing while she tinkered with the machine, scorning his proffers of help; for a snub, if he chose to take advantage of their slight acquaintance; and for a triumphant departure when her pride and her curiosity had been appeased.
— from Madcap by George Gibbs

His emotion was most intense, for the little girl's features recalled the cherished darling whom he had lost.
— from The Bath Keepers; Or, Paris in Those Days, v.2 (Novels of Paul de Kock Volume VIII) by Paul de Kock

He would gladly have had her depart with her children, but she refused to leave him, declaring that her place was by his side; that, as the daughter of Maria Teresa, she did not fear death; and after a time he changed his mind and ceased to wish even her to retire, clinging to his old conviction that conciliation was always possible.
— from The Life of Marie Antoinette, Queen of France by Charles Duke Yonge

He had known that she disapproved, he had even braved her disapproval when he could not hoodwink or evade it.
— from Quisanté by Anthony Hope

Although a task master, a driver, and a relentless critic, he was just in his dealings with his subordinates and his students, very appreciative of kindness or thoughtfulness, and generous in his approbation of tasks well done.
— from Booker T. Washington, Builder of a Civilization by Lyman Beecher Stowe

As they say out on the Western edge of things, Sanderson died with his boots on; got into trouble with somebody about a camp-following woman and was shot."
— from The King of Arcadia by Francis Lynde

“What have you done with him?
— from The Fate of Felix Brand by Florence Finch Kelly

By a desperate wrench he might get his limbs clear of it!
— from The Yellow Chief by Mayne Reid

He looked white and ill, as he had done when he came again and again to implore her to marry him, and she felt half afraid of him, as she had done when the violent fury of love in him had broken down her resistance and dragged her from her comfortable home to the bare life he had to offer her.
— from Mendel: A Story of Youth by Gilbert Cannan