The waitress named the sum he was to pay, and receiving a meditative look in return for her air of expectancy after the amount had been laid on the table, at once accelerated their passage from the shop by opening the door.
— from Rhoda Fleming — Complete by George Meredith

Also I should see Penhurst and Relf again, most likely.
— from King Olaf's Kinsman A Story of the Last Saxon Struggle against the Danes in the Days of Ironside and Cnut by Charles W. (Charles Watts) Whistler

"Why, no," replied he: "as my pastures are richer and more luxuriant than his, two of my cattle are worth perhaps three of his."
— from A Voyage to the Moon With Some Account of the Manners and Customs, Science and Philosophy, of the People of Morosofia, and Other Lunarians by George Tucker

Paris also required a military leader, and for that post the name of the Marquis de La Fayette was acclaimed.
— from The French Revolution: A Short History by R. M. (Robert Matteson) Johnston

He and Toma hurried away to select the logs from the large piles of driftwood, while Dick sauntered over to the three ponies and returned a moment later with an axe and a coil of rope.
— from Dick Kent in the Far North by M. M. (Milo Milton) Oblinger

Selasphorus platycercus and rufus are much larger, and have tails marked more as in A. heloisæ .
— from A History of North American Birds; Land Birds; Vol. 2 of 3 by Robert Ridgway

And now they are all gone, Master Philip and all, and master says they are flibustiers, and pirates, and robbers; and Mrs. Lightfoot's boy came and said Stead Kenton was shot dead at his house door, and then I was neither to have nor to hold, but I ran off here like one distraught, for I never loved anyone like you Stead.
— from Under the Storm by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary) Yonge

LXI "But let my camp sit still in peace and rest, And my life's hazard at their ease behold.
— from Jerusalem Delivered by Torquato Tasso

I turned, the voice sounded like that of the Madre, but no one was to be seen, however, the large black cat which had followed me, put up her back to be stroked and purred and rubbed against my leg.
— from The Beautiful Eyes of Ysidria by Charles A. Gunnison