But when business is to be done, the eye-stalks jump bolt upright side by side, like a pair of little lighthouses, and survey the field of battle in a fashion utterly ludicrous.
— from At Last: A Christmas in the West Indies by Charles Kingsley
It was done, like a play one leaves, like a book one closes.
— from Tono-Bungay by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells
Bowling must have had some attraction for the people of New York, for in March, 1732-3, the corporation resolved to “lease a piece of land lying at the lower end of Broadway fronting the Fort to some of the inhabitants of the said Broadway in Order to be Inclosed to make a Bowling Green thereof, with Walks therein, for the Beauty & Ornament of the Said Street, as well as for the Recreation and Delight of the Inhabitants of this City.”
— from Old Taverns of New York by W. Harrison (William Harrison) Bayles
It looked like a piece of laminated larva, and was about three inches long and two inches broad, weighing probably from ten to twelve ounces.
— from Old and New London, Volume I A Narrative of Its History, Its People, and Its Places by Walter Thornbury
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