he is oll striped and he got one of his ears froz of last winter.
— from Anne of Avonlea by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

Sherlock Holmes sat silent for some few minutes, with his brows knitted and his eyes fixed upon the fire.
— from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

Having rapidly taken notice of all this, I resumed the narrative of Sir Launcelot, which thus proceeded: “And now, the champion, having escaped from the terrible fury of the dragon, bethinking himself of the brazen shield, and of the breaking up of the enchantment which was upon it, removed the carcass from out of the way before him, and approached valorously over the silver pavement of the castle to where the shield was upon the wall; which in sooth tarried not for his full coming, but feel down at his feet upon the silver floor, with a mighty great and terrible ringing sound.”
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition Table Of Contents And Index Of The Five Volumes by Edgar Allan Poe

This frightened her still more, and she felt inclined to run away, to put in no claim, to sacrifice her eighteen francs.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

At this moment his eyes fell upon Top, who was running about on the shore.
— from The Mysterious Island by Jules Verne

He would have had his Erin famed, The green flag gloriously unfurled, Her statesmen, bards and warriors raised Before the nations of the World.
— from Dubliners by James Joyce

"You do?" "I do," he assured her, emerging from the cupboard with the sought-for cake.
— from The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

For shame, Willoughby, can you wait for an invitation here?" His colour increased; and with his eyes fixed on the ground he only replied, "You are too good.
— from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

“To the tower Saint Jacques la Boucherie;” and delighted with the success of his embassy, Friquet started off at the top of his speed.
— from Twenty Years After by Alexandre Dumas

Her light, disconnected prattle might have gratified Graham once; perhaps it pleased him still: perhaps it was only fancy which suggested the thought that, while his eye was filled and his ear fed, his taste, his keen zest, his lively intelligence, were not equally consulted and regaled.
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

In the first place his eyes fell on the upturned face of a woman who was certainly in the extremity of dangerous illness, and was probably dying.
— from Arethusa by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford

Saxon had told Mr. Pendleton the entire narrative of his quest of himself, and, as he told it, the older man listened without a question or interruption, standing with his eyes fixed on the teller, twisting an unlighted cigar in his fingers.
— from The Key to Yesterday by Charles Neville Buck

D’Artagnan, with a sigh, donned his uniform, which he would have exchanged for that of a Musketeer at the expense of ten years of his existence.
— from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas

By J. Mac Culloch, M.D., F.R.S., &c. ◊ Dear Sir, As I promised you that I would communicate to you, from time to time, any new remarks or facts which might occur on the subject of naturalizing sea-fish in fresh water, I am pleased to have an opportunity of noticing a few circumstances which may serve to keep alive in the public mind a subject, from which I cannot yet help foreboding useful results, in spite of the neglect and opposition which it has experienced from every person, I believe I may safely say, to whom it has been proposed, except Mr. Arnold.
— from The Quarterly Journal of Science, Literature and the Arts, July-December, 1827 by Various

He seems to have escaped from confinement more than once—for the Annual Register of August 1, 1802, mentions his having escaped from his keepers, and been retaken at Deal; whilst the Morning Herald of August 31st of the same year chronicles his escape from Bedlam, and also on the 4th of October, 1802, details his removal to Newgate again.
— from The Dawn of the XIXth Century in England: A social sketch of the times by John Ashton

Poor Mugford did not long survive his exploit; for, leaving port a few days later by this same Shirley Gut, he too grounded, and while he was lying hard and fast, the boats from the enemy's fleet put off to capture him.
— from The Boys of 1812 and Other Naval Heroes by James Russell Soley

When she stood before the mirror in her own room, unbraiding her heavy hair, a dissatisfied expression robbed her features of half their loveliness, and discontent ploughed distorting lines about the scarlet lips which muttered,— “I wonder if, in one of his evil fits, my father sold and signed me away to Satan?
— from Vashti; Or, Until Death Us Do Part by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans