For eight long hours E8 lay like a stone in 23 fathoms.
— from Days to Remember: The British Empire in the Great War by John Buchan

And leaving them half-terrified, he strode into the road, and shading his eyes looked long and searchingly away from Milan; but the dusk was settling fast, not a soul in sight, not a sound.
— from The Viper of Milan: A Romance of Lombardy by Marjorie Bowen

At the same time, while one follows the growth of his abominable disease, many a vivid page arrests attention: awful, yet a masterpiece of colloquial narrative and full of a penetrating psychology, is Severine's account of the murder of President Grandmorin; very human is Jacques' love for his engine, La Lison; and striking are the pictures of the snowstorm, the railway accident, and the death of Jacques and the stoker Pecqueux, at the end of the volume, when their train, crowded with soldiers, is seen rushing driverless, like some great, maddened, blind beast, towards catastrophe and annihilation.
— from Émile Zola, Novelist and Reformer: An Account of His Life & Work by Ernest Alfred Vizetelly

Sometimes I try," returned Jeanne, softly, and her eyes looked like a saint's, Susette thought.
— from A Little Girl in Old Detroit by Amanda M. Douglas

His eyes lost light and speculation, the mouth set firm.
— from The Drunkard by Guy Thorne

‘There were spots of ink upon the bosom of her white dress, and they made her face look whiter and her eyes look larger as she nodded her head.
— from The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices by Charles Dickens

Yet the Acarus has eight legs, like a spider, and the harvest-bug six, like an insect.
— from Everyday Objects; Or, Picturesque Aspects of Natural History. by W. H. Davenport (William Henry Davenport) Adams

The venerable Montesinos, hearing this, fell on his knees before the afflicted knight, and with tears in his eyes, 'Long, long ago,' said he, 'Durandarte, thou dearest of my kinsmen, have I performed what you enjoined me on that bitter fatal day when you expired.
— from The History of Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Her eyes looked large and strangely luminous.
— from Cheerful—By Request by Edna Ferber