Reason might be right; yet no wonder we are glad at times to defy her, to rush from under her rod and give a truant hour to Imagination— her soft, bright foe, our sweet Help, our divine Hope.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Perseus continued his flight until he reached the kingdom of Atlas, of whom he begged rest and shelter.
— from Myths and Legends of Ancient Greece and Rome by E. M. Berens

She did not return till Gouvernail was gone from under her roof.
— from The Awakening, and Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin

Gradually the warmth had penetrated the roof of shell made thicker by earth and layers of broken rock, which the tooth of time had dropped upon it, and reached his great heart, and set it beating again slowly, very slowly, but faster and faster, until he really felt that he had awakened from his long sleep.
— from Baron Trump's Marvellous Underground Journey by Ingersoll Lockwood

Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie: There Simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there
— from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns

The greatest act of the Emperor Charles V. was that when, in imitation of some of the ancients of his own quality, confessing it but reason to strip ourselves when our clothes encumber and grow too heavy for us, and to lie down when our legs begin to fail us, he resigned his possessions, grandeur, and power to his son, when he found himself failing in vigour, and steadiness for the conduct of his affairs suitable with the glory he had therein acquired: “Solve senescentem mature sanus equum,
— from Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Complete by Michel de Montaigne

roared Lebyadkin, flinging up his right hand tragically.
— from The Possessed (The Devils) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

But whatever may be the sentiments which Mr. Wickham has created, a suspicion of their nature shall not prevent me from unfolding his real character.
— from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

He happened to carry his hand to his stomach, and he felt, under his red belt, the butt of his revolver.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

But when he reflected how her tender heart must have been wrung with anguish at his unkindness and cruelty, in leaving her destitute in a foreign land; how her sensibility must have been tortured in finding herself altogether dependent upon a ruffian, who certainly harboured the most baleful designs upon her honour; how her life must be endangered both by his barbarity and her own despair—I say, when he reflected on these circumstances, he shuddered with horror and dismay; and that very night despatched a letter to his friend the Jew, entreating him, in the most pressing manner, to employ all his intelligence in learning the situation of the fair orphan, that she might be protected from the villany of Fathom, until his return to England.
— from The Adventures of Ferdinand Count Fathom — Complete by T. (Tobias) Smollett

For the gale which kept me prisoner must have retarded her likewise; and even with two days’ start, I told myself, she could not have gone far upon her road.
— from The Pride of Jennico: Being a Memoir of Captain Basil Jennico by Egerton Castle

(Boulder Valley is the fine upland hollow running from the foot of the falls below Low Water in the direction of Lever’s Water.)
— from Rock-climbing in the English Lake District Third Edition by Owen Glynne Jones

From under his robe Alonso took a stiletto and plunged it into the throat of the notary; while Johnnie, in a mad fury, caught the physician by the neck, placed his open hand upon the man's chin, and bent his head back, slowly, steadily, and with terrible pressure, until there was a faint click, and the black-robed figure sank down.
— from House of Torment A Tale of the Remarkable Adventures of Mr. John Commendone, Gentleman to King Phillip II of Spain at the English Court by Guy Thorne

[145] We hailed the ferry-boat, and a little boy came to fetch us; he rowed up against the stream with all his might for a considerable way, and then yielding to it, the boat was shot towards the shore almost like an arrow from a bow.
— from Recollections of a Tour Made in Scotland A.D. 1803 by Dorothy Wordsworth

In another minute or so she was within biscuit-toss of us,—so close that we could hear the hissing shear of her sharp stem through the water, and the moan of the wind in the hollows of her canvas,—when up jumps a fellow upon her rail and hailed us in what I took to be Spanish,—it wasn’t French, I know, because I can speak a little of that lingo,—at the same time pointing to his gaff-end, up to which another ruffian at once began to hoist a black flag .
— from A Pirate of the Caribbees by Harry Collingwood

And when they had fed him, and sat him in the chief place as was the custom with strangers, he took the writing from under his robe to give it to the People of the Dry Washes.
— from The Trail Book by Mary Hunter Austin

Lady Peveril wept at the necessity which seemed to hurry her earliest friend and protectress from under her roof, at the instant when the clouds of adversity were gathering around her; but she saw no alternative equally safe.
— from Peveril of the Peak by Walter Scott

But he found, upon his return to the trenches, that the same men whose columns dissipated like smoke before his battalions on the plain were extremely formidable behind an armed wall, and that all the skill of his engineers and the bravery of his veterans were of no avail when opposed by the savage courage of Turks directed by European officers and supported by English seamen.
— from Palestine, or, the Holy Land: From the Earliest Period to the Present Time by Michael Russell

A German soldier came sauntering by, looking up at the barred windows from under his rubber hood.
— from Captain Lucy in France by Aline Havard

The noble Prince Rakhan is far off; but we will fight until he returns.
— from Dariel: A Romance of Surrey by R. D. (Richard Doddridge) Blackmore