But when she was there beside the sea, absolutely alone, she cast the unpleasant, pricking garments from her, and for the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air, at the mercy of the sun, the breeze that beat upon her, and the waves that invited her.
— from The Awakening, and Selected Short Stories by Kate Chopin

When, in addition, a sharp temper was manifested, and to the process of shouldering him out of his authority was added a rousing intellectual kick, such as a sneer or a cynical laugh, he was unable to keep his temper.
— from Sister Carrie: A Novel by Theodore Dreiser

When I remarked to him that he might put himself out a bit, at least in the interests of my portmanteau, for which I had not the slightest desire to clamber down into the abyss, he answered: “Eh, master, with the help of Heaven we shall arrive as safe and sound as the others; it’s not our first time, you know.”
— from A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Iurevich Lermontov

This was nine feet square, with a circular window commanding a view of the sea, and a square one at the side overlooking the garden.
— from A Diplomat in Japan The inner history of the critical years in the evolution of Japan when the ports were opened and the monarchy restored, recorded by a diplomatist who took an active part in the events of the time, with an account of his personal experiences during that period by Ernest Mason Satow

after a Genoese Chronicle; No. 4, Sketch from fresco of Spinello Aretini at Siena; No. 5, Seal of Port of Winchelsea, from Sussex Archaeological Collections , vol. i. 1848
— from The Travels of Marco Polo — Volume 1 by Rustichello of Pisa

MacCann stood his ground and said with hostile humour: —Minor poets, I suppose, are above such trivial questions as the question of universal peace.
— from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce

He was doubtless afflicted by the same Agents as Samuel Shattuck was, and saw quite as much if not hurt as much.
— from The Witchcraft Delusion in New England: Its Rise, Progress, and Termination (Vol. 3 of 3) by Robert Calef

He rushed off: a ball from the Enfield smote him through the snout, and another so bewildered him that he turned and crossed us: two more missiles were discharged at him, but only shrinking he retreated out of sight.
— from The Diary of a Hunter from the Punjab to the Karakorum Mountains by Augustus Henry Irby

he said, after a short pause, and as if willing to change the thread of conversation.
— from Eugene Aram — Volume 01 by Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron

There was a big braided mat on the floor of the porch, its colors rather faded by time and use, but looking none the worse for that, a couple of rockers, a low stool, and a small table, covered with a bit of bright cretonne.
— from The S. W. F. Club by Caroline Emilia Jacobs

And yet at that date the achievement was so stupendous, and, as some thought, in its ver
— from The Story of the Atlantic Telegraph by Henry M. (Henry Martyn) Field

During the tumult of the Dionysiac festival you are reported to have carried on as grave a discussion as any two gray-bearded philosophers walking in the Stoa among attentive students."
— from The Emperor — Volume 08 by Georg Ebers

This SIMON married, first, Elizabeth, daughter of the Rev. Peter Bruce of Ferrar, D.D., Principal of St. Leonard's College, St. Andrews, and son of Bruce of Fingask, by Elizabeth, daughter of Alexander Wedderburn of Blackness, with issue - five sons and one daughter, Jane, who married Robert Douglas of Katewell, in the parish of Kiltearn, Ross-shire, and secondly, Sir James Grant of Moyness.
— from History of the Mackenzies, with genealogies of the principal families of the name by Alexander Mackenzie

There remains one tract of which the subject is of a more general and permanent nature, the best known of all the series, Areopagitica: A Speech for the Liberty of unlicensed Printing, to the Parliament of England .
— from Milton by Mark Pattison

They were drowned in a great shout of joy and triumph which rang from a score of Cludde throats the moment the purport of the paper was understood; a shout which made the old house shake again, and scared the dogs so that they fled away into corners and gazed askance at us, their tails between their legs; a shout that was plainly heard a mile away in half a dozen homesteads where Cludde men lay gloomy in their beds.
— from The Story of Francis Cludde by Stanley John Weyman