I had not spoken to him for seven years, though I had been under the same roof, and seen him every day, when I was well enough to sit at the loophole.
— from Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, Written by Herself by Harriet A. (Harriet Ann) Jacobs

[375] She would have dismembered Russia, as she has effectively done—at least temporarily—by the infamous Brest-Litovsk treaty.
— from England, Canada and the Great War by L. G. (Louis Georges) Desjardins

Presently she left the room as she had entered, dispirited and indisposed for talk.
— from The Emancipated by George Gissing

If you like you may try all of these recipes and still have enough dough left for a pan of biscuits.
— from Civic League Cook Book by North Dakota) Civic League (Williston

Could his dreams be realized, the Emperor would reign supreme, and the Church, shorn of all her prerogatives, would remain, as she had existed during the dark ages, the source of all faith, but a mere fief of the Empire.
— from Barbarossa; An Historical Novel of the XII Century. by Conrad von Bolanden

Have I not remained a simple horseman, ever declining to be an officer, and requesting the only favor of fighting at Victorin's side?"
— from The Casque's Lark; or, Victoria, the Mother of the Camps by Eugène Sue

Her lips were red and sensuous, her eyes darkly mysterious and brooding, her hair as black as the raven's wing.
— from West Wind Drift by George Barr McCutcheon

Then about two o’clock, after Ruth had run half a score of times to the road and strained her eyes down the valley, returning each time somewhat ruffled in temper, up came Jim and his mother, not as we had supposed on Shanks’ mare, but, if you’ll believe me, in a bone-shaking rattletrap of a gig which, with a sorry quadruped to draw it, Jim had beguiled the trustful landlord of the “Hanging Gate” to lend him for that day only.
— from Miriam: A Tale of Pole Moor and the Greenfield Hills by D. F. E. Sykes

Lazare, too, in his corner of the trap, sat thinking of the past, and in his mind's eye saw his mother waiting to welcome him after each of his journeys along that road as she had ever done.
— from The Joy of Life [La joie de vivre] by Émile Zola