Innumerable fishes, great and small, swam past the crystal walls; on some of them the scales glowed with a purple brilliancy, and on others they shone like silver and gold.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

"Time enough for that," she said, "when Mick's gone"; and so she packed his travelling valise ready for the march, brushed his cloak, his cap, and other warlike habiliments, set them out in order for him; and stowed away in the cloak pockets a light package of portable refreshments, and a wicker-covered flask or pocket-pistol, containing near a pint of a remarkably sound Cognac brandy, of which she and the Major approved very much; and as soon as the hands of the "repayther" pointed to half-past one, and its interior arrangements (it had a tone quite equal to a cathaydral, its fair owner considered) knelled forth that fatal hour, Mrs. O'Dowd woke up her Major, and had as comfortable a cup of coffee prepared for him as any made that morning in Brussels.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

“Let's go and see,” said Phyllis.
— from The Railway Children by E. (Edith) Nesbit

Go, and say some person from Gimmerton desires to see her.’
— from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

“Come, now, Marie,” said St. Clare, seating himself on a stool beside her sofa, “be gracious, and say something pretty to a fellow.”
— from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Lord Derwentwater and his affianced bride did not stray beyond the garden, and seemed so perfectly happy in each other's society that no one went near them.
— from Preston Fight; or, The Insurrection of 1715 by William Harrison Ainsworth

O'er his red cheek soft dimples playful ran, Whilst grace and sinewy strength proclaimed The man!
— from Tales and Legends of the English Lakes by Wilson Armistead

In the centre of the garden a splendid spreading palm outlined itself against the evening sky, in which shone a large, liquid, solitary star.
— from Glories of Spain by Charles W. (Charles William) Wood

"I should feel as though I wasn't spending Christmas if I didn't give away something," she protested.
— from Vignettes of Manhattan; Outlines in Local Color by Brander Matthews

Her eyes, wide open with dismay, were fixed on the little heap she had emptied on the table—a heap of shot, great and small, some penny-pieces, and a few bullets.
— from Mehalah: A Story of the Salt Marshes by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould