I then took from my pocketbook her last letter; and, pressing it to my lips, with a trembling hand, and still upon my knees, I held it out to him.
— from Evelina, Or, the History of a Young Lady's Entrance into the World by Fanny Burney

Webster had no time for immediate preparation, but the occasion brought all the reserves in this giant, and he towered so far above his opponent that Hayne looked like a pygmy in comparison.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden

Later on, in the library, Laine sealed his last letter and put it on the pile Moses was to mail in the morning.
— from The Man in Lonely Land by Kate Langley Bosher

Hallie looks like a picture in that lovely brocaded satin of her grandmother's, and Raleigh Stanford does the cavalier to perfection in that farewell scene.
— from Ole Mammy's Torment by Annie F. (Annie Fellows) Johnston

He was seated with his legs crossed under him, holding in his hand his white wand; and not moving a muscle, he looked like a porcelain idol in a Chinese pagoda, but through the holes in his veil I could see his flashing eyes fixed steadfastly upon mine.
— from Under Sentence of Death; Or, a Criminal's Last Hours by Victor Hugo

He lived like a prince in those days—very different from his present simplicity.
— from Music-Study in Germany, from the Home Correspondence of Amy Fay by Amy Fay

He stuck out his lower lip, and pinched it with his little finger.
— from The Spy: The Story of a Superfluous Man by Maksim Gorky

Whatever they may say about a woman’s right to conceal where her love lies, and pretend it doesn’t exist, and things like that, it is n
— from Under the Greenwood Tree; Or, The Mellstock Quire A Rural Painting of the Dutch School by Thomas Hardy

"He looks like a putty image."
— from The Kingdom of Slender Swords by Hallie Erminie Rives

The direct results of his labours long ago perished in the lapse of time; but this does not render them less deserving, although it diminishes his fame.
— from Historical View of the Languages and Literature of the Slavic Nations With a Sketch of Their Popular Poetry by Talvj

He had long lost all pleasure in food—just eating and drinking to keep the machine going, that was all.
— from Kasba (White Partridge): A Story of Hudson Bay by George R. Ray

but he had so many clothes on he looked like a pillow inside a roll of blankets.
— from The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle by Hugh Lofting