All this had no connection with the night he had been through, with his thoughts and his feeling of guilt, and so he would have gladly gone away without waiting for the duel.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

Then his mother came to him, looked at him full of gladness, and said, "Hast thou laid thyself down to sleep, my child?
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

It may be said that the one way led equally with the other to that power which is always dear to the heart of man: yet it is extraordinary that amid all the glorious traditions of Rome,—notwithstanding the fame of great ancestors still hanging about every noble house, and the devotion which the city itself, then as now, excited among its children, a sentiment which has made many lesser places invulnerable, so long as there was a native arm to strike a blow for them, no single bold attempt was ever made, no individual stand, no popular frenzy of patriotism ever excited in defence of the old empress of the world.
— from The Makers of Modern Rome, in Four Books by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant

There were long stretches of "ten foot" buildings, so called on account of the single story, their height deceptively enhanced by the superimposition of huge and gaudy signs, one on top of another, announcing the merits of "Stewart's Amberine Ale," of "Cooley's Oats, the Digestible Breakfast Food," of graphophones and "spring heeled" shoes, tobacco, and naphtha soaps.
— from Project Gutenberg Complete Works of Winston Churchill by Winston Churchill

[Pg 154] Then he told me how she had destroyed the wine fleet of Galway, and so had come near to ruining the trade of the port.
— from Grace O'Malley, Princess and Pirate by Robert Machray

Gazing on the battle struggle with all its empty passion and deadly hatred, I thought of the worshipper of old who looked on the face of God, and, seeing His face, died.
— from The Red Horizon by Patrick MacGill

Various Instruments: Flute, Organ, Guitar (and Some Hummers) 36 IV.
— from Charles Dickens and Music by James T. (James Thomas) Lightwood

And the sun sank red into the western main, as if inflamed with the fire of grief at seeing her no more.
— from The Kathá Sarit Ságara; or, Ocean of the Streams of Story by active 11th century Somadeva Bhatta

Then burst upon the girl the storm she had so long dreaded; her uncle's anger had already been roused by his brother's "will," and his feelings of greed and spite had been augmented by the information imparted to him by his deacons.
— from By Berwen Banks by Allen Raine