Mrs. Waltham glanced at the girl, who had laid down a book she was trying to read, and, with lowered eyes, seemed to be collecting herself for further utterance.
— from Demos by George Gissing

The assailants fled, leaving the friar, bleeding and weak, but kneeling beside his mistress, whose white skin was splashed and striped with red, and whose liquid eyes stared vacantly at the sky.
— from Myths & Legends of our New Possessions & Protectorate by Charles M. (Charles Montgomery) Skinner

She made no reply and when Lady Earle sent for her father, Dora ran away; she would hear no more.
— from Dora Thorne by Charlotte M. Brame

"Well!" said Martin, "this is really a wondrous lucky evening, since my good friend--my oldest patron and customer--has come to pay me a call.
— from The Serapion Brethren, Vol. I. by E. T. A. (Ernst Theodor Amadeus) Hoffmann