He hopped and bobbed clumsily along on his injured ankle, throwing stones and screaming hoarsely at times; at other times hopping and bobbing silently along, picking himself up grimly and patiently when he fell, or rubbing his eyes with his hand when the giddiness threatened to overpower him.
— from Love of Life, and Other Stories by Jack London

Moreover, Spencer himself claims no sort of dogmatic obligatory force for these deductions with regard to the most favourable possible form of future organisation; rather he expressly warns us that different organisations are possible, by means of which the general agreement of the whole community in sentiment and views might make itself felt, and declares that it is rather a question of expediency than of principle which of the different possible organisations should finally be accepted ( Principles , p. 766).
— from Anarchism: A Criticism and History of the Anarchist Theory by E. V. (Ernst Viktor) Zenker

His face wore a flush of radiance; his eyes were like diamonds.
— from The Border Legion by Zane Grey

Samuel Rolle, a clergyman who wrote on the Great Fire, has left the following account of this edifice as it appeared in his day:—"How full of riches," he exclaims, "was that Royal Exchange!
— from Old and New London, Volume I A Narrative of Its History, Its People, and Its Places by Walter Thornbury