" Regarding Matheny's testimony, he says: "Mr. Matheny testifies that he never wrote a word of what is attributed to him; that it is not a fair representation of either his language or his opinions, and that he never would have allowed such an article to be published as covering his estimate of Mr. Lincoln's life and character.
— from Abraham Lincoln: Was He a Christian? by John E. (John Eleazer) Remsburg

The next thing was to look out for wood for the funeral pile; and casting his eyes over the shore, he spied the old remains of a fishing-boat; which, though not large, would make a sufficient pile for a poor naked body that was not quite entire.
— from The Boys' and Girls' Plutarch Being Parts of the "Lives" of Plutarch, Edited for Boys and Girls by Plutarch

At once she realized the advantage of her position and closed her eyes once more.
— from The Champdoce Mystery by Emile Gaboriau

“Troops must be sent to my brother of England,” said Louis; but he wanted to look over the preceding papers, and casting his eyes over the notes of the Cardinal, he found that under a former request of the King of England he had written with his own hand: “We must consider some time and wait.
— from Cinq Mars — Complete by Alfred de Vigny

Stoughton sank back on the pillow and closed his eyes, overcome.
— from Rebel Raider by H. Beam Piper

"Troops must be sent to my brother of England," said Louis; but he wanted to look over the preceding papers, and casting his eyes over the notes of the Cardinal, he found that under a former request of the King of England he had written with his own hand: "We must consider some time and wait.
— from Cinq Mars — Volume 6 by Alfred de Vigny

There is full and generous recognition of the work of predecessors and contemporaries; his estimate of the relation of his own discoveries to theirs is obviously just and free from any shade of egoism.
— from Archimedes by Heath, Thomas Little, Sir

“What did that old fellow mean?” said Malbone in Harry’s ear, as they came to a protected place and could hear each other, “by talking of Brenton’s Reef coming to Price’s Neck.”
— from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson