At that place, Betteredge looked up from the letter.
— from The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

Accordingly, I told her that she might expect to hear from her mistress or from me in the course of the evening, and that she might depend on our both doing all that lay in our power to help her, under the trial of leaving us for the present.
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

I turned, and Miss Ingram darted forwards from her sofa: the others, too, looked up from their several occupations; for at the same time a crunching of wheels and a splashing tramp of horse-hoofs became audible on the wet gravel.
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

“My dear count,” said I, “let us forget this foolish story.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

Let us reflect; let us think backwards; let us follow the narrow and broad highway.
— from The Will to Power: An Attempted Transvaluation of All Values. Book III and IV by Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Seeing that we were rather depressed at the prospect of busying ourselves with such vile fare, Trimalchio urged us to fall to: “Let us fall to, gentlemen, I beg of you, this is only the sauce!”
— from The Satyricon — Complete by Petronius Arbiter

Looking up from the back garden.
— from Ulysses by James Joyce

It is not less important to prevent them from becoming effeminate, which may be done by employing them in labors useful for the defense of the country.
— from The Art of War by Jomini, Antoine Henri, baron de

I was, however, unable to say, as I pondered it, lexicon by my side, with the Frenchman, "hang these ancients, they are always anticipating our bright thoughts," for I was not yet able to compare the idea of the Greek with the scintillations of genius which had flashed through my mind, and which were laid up for the future edification of the world, because I could not determine what the old dramatist had intended to say to us.
— from Papers from Overlook-House by Frederic W. Beasley

There were not many people on the street as she neared the mean little frame house, but she loitered until for the moment the immediate vicinity was deserted; then she slipped into the alleyway, and stole close to the side window, through which, she had noted from the street, there shone a light.
— from The White Moll by Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard

Clarie Archman had lurched up from the chair to his feet.
— from The Further Adventures of Jimmie Dale by Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard

"—So saying, Sandoval pursued hastily after his companions; and Calavar leading the page, now no longer unwilling, (for the Almogavar, with his companions, was long since out of sight,) pursued his melancholy way to the quarters.
— from Calavar; or, The Knight of The Conquest, A Romance of Mexico by Robert Montgomery Bird

At last the dean looked up from the letter.
— from Grace Harlowe's Problem by Josephine Chase

In Mr. Gosse's "Return of [109] the Swallows," the northern birds—lark and thrush—have long been calling to them:— And something awoke in the slumbering heart Of the alien birds in their African air, And they paused, and alighted, and twittered apart, And met in the broad white dreamy square, And the sad slave woman, who lifted up From the fountain her broad-lipped earthen cup, Said to herself, with a weary sigh, "To-morrow the swallows will northward fly."
— from Essays from 'The Guardian' by Walter Pater

A stately stream around which as around The German Rhine hover mystic shapes Richard Burton What must have been the sensation of those early voyagers, coasting a new continent, as they halted at the noble gateway of the river and gazed northward along the green fringed Palisades; or of Hendrick Hudson, who first traversed its waters from Manhattan to the Mohawk, as he looked up from the chubby bow of his "Half Moon" at the massive columnar formation of the Palisades or at the great mountains of the Highlands; what dreams of success, apparently within reach, were his, when night came down in those deep forest solitudes under the shadowy base of Old Cro' Nest and Klinkerberg Mountain, where his little craft seemed a lone cradle of civilization; and then, when at last, with immediate purpose foiled, he turned his boat southward, having discovered, but without knowing it, something infinitely more valuable to future history than his long-sought "Northwestern Passage to China," how he must have gazed with blended wonder and awe at the distant Catskills as their sharp lines came out, as we have seen them many a September morning, bold and clear along the [page 13] horizon, and learned in gentle reveries the poetic meaning of the blue Ontioras or "Mountains of the Sky."
— from The Hudson Three Centuries of History, Romance and Invention by Wallace Bruce

“It’s a little unfortunate, from that way of looking at it,” she pointed out, “that I shouldn’t happen to care a rush about my social position—as you call it.”
— from Comedies and Errors by Henry Harland

How it came about, I cannot tell, but when he opened his eyes to meet the grave, kind eyes of the minister, looking down upon him, there came to him an utter softening of the heart—a longing unspeakable for the rest and peace which comes with the sympathy, be it voiced or silent, of one who is pitiful and who understands.
— from Allison Bain; Or, By a Way She Knew Not by Margaret M. (Margaret Murray) Robertson