Another fifteen or twenty minutes passed and they were not called to dinner, and they could still hear the orderly running into the kitchen and back again, noisily treading with his boots, and Samoylenko shouting: “Put it on the table!
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

While thus approaching, as all hoped, to convalescence, Miss Briggs was the only victim admitted into the presence of the invalid; yet Miss Crawley's relatives afar off did not forget their beloved kinswoman, and by a number of tokens, presents, and kind affectionate messages, strove to keep themselves alive in her recollection.
— from Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

That precise order to be taken that the searchers, chirurgeons, keepers, and buriers are not to pass the streets without holding a red rod or wand of three feet in length in their hands, open and evident to be seen, and are not to go into any other house than into their own, or into that whereunto they are directed or sent for; but to forbear and abstain from company, especially when they have been lately used in any such business or attendance.
— from A Journal of the Plague Year Written by a Citizen Who Continued All the While in London by Daniel Defoe

A: 'He knew many things but knew all badly...' Aristotle, Nic.
— from Hesiod, the Homeric Hymns, and Homerica by Hesiod

Wilson resumed: “ A was put into B ’s cradle in the nursery; B was transferred to the kitchen and became a negro and a slave, [Sensation—confusion of angry ejaculations]—but within a quarter of an hour he will stand before you white and free!
— from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain

And as a poor woman heaps dry twigs round a blazing brand—a daughter of toil, whose task is the spinning of wool, that she may kindle a blaze at night beneath her roof, when she has waked very early—and the flame waxing wondrous great from the small brand consumes all the twigs together; so, coiling round her heart, burnt secretly Love the destroyer; and the hue of her soft cheeks went and came, now pale, now red, in her soul's distraction.
— from The Argonautica by Rhodius Apollonius

One side of his skull over the ear had been knocked away by a nearly spent bullet, and he was crumpled up and face upward as though he had struggled to his feet and fallen back.
— from The Passionate Friends by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

That precise order be taken that the searchers, chirurgeons, keepers, and buriers, are not to pass the streets without holding a red rod or wand of three foot in length in their hands, open and evident to be seen; and are not to go into any other house than into their own, or into that whereunto they are directed or sent for, but to forbear and abstain from company, especially when they have been lately used 84 in any such business or attendance.
— from History of the Plague in London by Daniel Defoe

Monk, with a small army, and a few forts garrisoned by English troops, managed, after their several defeats, to keep a brave, and naturally a patriotic and freedom-loving people, in thorough subjection.
— from Bygone Scotland: Historical and Social by David Maxwell

It was among a series of peaks on what is known as the Karakoram range, and each of these he designated by the capital letter K, after Karakoram, and by a number, 236 K 1 , K 2 , K 3 , etc.
— from Kashmir, described by Sir Francis Younghusband, painted by Major E. Molyneux by Younghusband, Francis Edward, Sir

In Gibeon there lived the father of Gibeon, Jeiel, whose wife's name was Maacah: 009:036 and his firstborn son Abdon, and Zur, and Kish, and Baal, and Ner, and Nadab, 009:037 and Gedor, and Ahio, and Zechariah, and Mikloth. 009:038
— from The World English Bible (WEB): 1 Chronicles by Anonymous

In less than a half-mile run I dropped thirty-six, killing a buffalo at nearly every shot.
— from An Autobiography of Buffalo Bill (Colonel W. F. Cody) by Buffalo Bill

"I don't see, myself, why anybody should ever have known any better, and nobody would have, if it hadn't been as Jathrop took it into his head to talk to a newspaper man at Atlantic City on about the same day as I had him missing the cabin boy and refusing a helping to the rabbit stew.
— from Susan Clegg and Her Love Affairs by Anne Warner

And he diverted himself there in splendid gardens for seven days, being caressed by the fortune of the northern side of Kailása, as by a newly-married bride.
— from The Kathá Sarit Ságara; or, Ocean of the Streams of Story by active 11th century Somadeva Bhatta