The father launched towards his son a glance of bitter contempt.
— from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

He seems a good kind of old fellow enough, and has lived very well in his time, I dare say; he is not gouty for nothing.
— from Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

Tom had been looked up to, both as a head servant and a Christian teacher, by all the place, and there was much honest sympathy and grief about him, particularly among the women.
— from Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

She had seen a good deal of the Gardners; she and Dorothy were very intimate; college circles expected the announcement of her engagement to Roy any day.
— from Anne of the Island by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

"Papa, I am not hurt," said a girlish voice; "am I with papa?"
— from Villette by Charlotte Brontë

Jean Valjean, who was present, supported the caryatid with his shoulder, and gave the workmen time to arrive.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

He spoke a good deal about death, too.
— from The Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchan

"Reckon we better have supper and get set for the night," he said, turning abruptly toward the south and gazing off over the desert.
— from Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders on the Great American Desert by Josephine Chase

The elder Jean, his father, was miller then and right glad was he to welcome back his son, and give a shelter to the lady in her hour of need.
— from In the Days of Chivalry: A Tale of the Times of the Black Prince by Evelyn Everett-Green

It must have got mixed up with the hotel silver and gone downstairs."
— from Fairy Fingers A Novel by Anna Cora Ogden Mowatt Ritchie

But when he speaks, and gets a grip o' you, he's yin o' the sooplest lawyers that ever danced roun' the rim o' hell withoot fallin' in.
— from The Underworld The Story of Robert Sinclair, Miner by James C. Welsh

It happened thus: We had surmounted a good many rapids, and made a few portages, when we arrived at a perpendicular fall of about two feet in height, but from the rapidity of the current it formed only a very steep shoot.
— from Hudson Bay by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

He was for ever jeering at Ulysses, who was far away, and telling tales about Autolycus, [Pg 59] and at last he stole a gold cup, a very large cup, with two handles, and a dove sitting on each handle, from the hut of Nestor.
— from Tales of Troy and Greece by Andrew Lang

You say they have stationed a guard at Chartley's door, and declare they will force Iola to marry this moody boy at ten to-night.
— from The Woodman: A Romance of the Times of Richard III by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

Thou hast a deeper claim to thy renown, And a diviner music in thy heart; Simplicity and Goodness walk with thee, Beneath the wings of watchful Seraphim; And Love is wed to whitest Chastity, And Pity sings its hymn.
— from Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVII, No. 6, December 1850 by Various