"Elizabeth," she said, "I am not sure whether we have been to a Methodist revival or to a Wagner music-drama—" "Neither," I told her.
— from The Gay Cockade by Temple Bailey

Or else she stayed indoors and nursed a mood with which she was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind.
— from The Awakening, and Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin

Still I hear the violin of my true love, my new love, who knows my droms, and that means my habits, rye," she ended, suddenly speaking in a natural manner.
— from Red Money by Fergus Hume

I would much rather be left to myself, for I'm tired and haven't anything with me but the clothes worn through so many battles, besmeared, ragged, riddled with bullets and torn by exploding shells; so I am not dressed to appear at table with conventional people; but still they insist upon it, and what plagues me more make a lion of me.
— from Personal Recollections and Civil War Diary, 1864 by Lemuel Abijah Abbott

Then his eyes shifted suddenly in a new direction.
— from The Heart of Cherry McBain: A Novel by Douglas Durkin

Gordon desires me to tell the entire story, so I am not going to waste time by repeated apologies.
— from Gold Out of Celebes by Aylward Edward Dingle

We have seen that Gray's imitators perpetuated the old idea, and that even Scott sanctioned it, and now we see England's emancipation from it.
— from The Influence of Old Norse Literature on English Literature by Conrad Hjalmar Nordby

“He went right back; said he expected some schooners in about noon after bait, but he'll come an' have his dinner with us tomorrow, unless it rains; then next day.
— from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett

Such genuine individuality as can be detected in the existing social system is achieved not because of the prevailing money-making motive, but in spite thereof.
— from The Promise of American Life by Herbert David Croly

His eyes still sparkle in a narrower space, His jaws retain the grin, and violence of his face.
— from The Works of John Dryden, Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes; Vol. 12 (of 18) by John Dryden

Then, as he replied only in sentences sad and evasive, she said: "I am near you, but you do not care for me.
— from The Red Lily — Volume 03 by Anatole France

But, though his cry was melancholy, his old puckered and wizened face seemed to be alight with some inner and inextinguishable gladness, and his electrical blue eyes, startlingly set in a network of wrinkles, were as full of laughter as a boy's.
— from The Maker of Rainbows, and Other Fairy-tales and Fables by Richard Le Gallienne