With a wild rattle and clatter, and an inhuman abandonment of consideration not easy to be understood in these days, the carriage dashed through streets and swept round corners, with women screaming before it, and men clutching each other and clutching children out of its way.
— from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens

Ladies are not expected to be up in the classics, except the ‘advanced’ ones, and they’re none the better for it.
— from Forging the Blades: A Tale of the Zulu Rebellion by Bertram Mitford

"No explosives to be used in the demolition of obstructions," he ordered.
— from The Fight for Constantinople: A Story of the Gallipoli Peninsula by Percy F. (Percy Francis) Westerman

In fact, this French firm went to the extent of sending a stencil and brush to New England to be used in marking the firm's cases.
— from The War After the War by Isaac Frederick Marcosson

The Navy, even then, bore upon its rolls names less than one-twelfth as numerous as in those legions who were drafted into the Army.
— from The Silent Watchers England's Navy during the Great War: What It Is, and What We Owe to It by Bennet Copplestone

If Antiochus had taken the advice of Hannibal, he might have succeeded better, but he was self-willed; the Romans gave him a terrible defeat, and he was obliged to promise to pay a great sum of money, and a heavy tribute afterwards; to keep no elephants to be used in war, and to give up his younger son, Antiochus, as security for his performance of the conditions.
— from The Chosen People: A Compendium of Sacred and Church History for School-Children by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

It was a new experience to be ushered into what looked more like a luxurious house than a shop, and to find oneself confronted by a row of tall, willowy young women dressed in tightly fitting black satin garments, so marvellously representing dress-stands that they might have been mistaken for them had it not been for the elaborately dressed heads.
— from The Fortunes of the Farrells by Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.

But my mind is never equal to business until I have fairly moistened my palate.”
— from By the Barrow River, and Other Stories by Edmund Leamy

In summer, fresh with paint, the outside of the house must wave its vulgar little hands into the sky, but now, everything that bristled upon it served only as a fresh support for the snow which hung in deep drifts on its roof, and around its balconied windows.
— from The Happy Foreigner by Enid Bagnold