As soon as I saw his umbrella I ran as hard as I could to my mother's room.
— from The Hungry Stones, and Other Stories by Rabindranath Tagore

So Dick looked the K.C. full in the eyes as answered: "A cadet, sir, started to say something, and I shut him up."
— from Dick Prescott's Second Year at West Point Or, Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock

It’s because he is ill, I suppose, and is sorry he used to be so rough with me.
— from The Vast Abyss The Story of Tom Blount, his Uncles and his Cousin Sam by George Manville Fenn

Ah, I am wrong to seek and I should have understood!...
— from Joyzelle by Maurice Maeterlinck

It seemed as if she had understood every single word.
— from From a Swedish Homestead by Selma Lagerlöf

At first it seemed as if such huge, unwieldy carcases could not run very fast; but in a few minutes they managed to get up a pace that put the horses to their mettle.
— from The Dog Crusoe and his Master by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne

If she had erred, she would here always meet with sympathy, and if she herself understood not that she had strayed, they would most affectionately tell her.
— from The Fisher Girl by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

The terms in which I spoke were precisely such as I should have used before my departure.
— from The Man-at-Arms; or, Henry De Cerons. Volumes I and II by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

It was at this point that the versatile, speculative, and impecunious Steele hit upon his famous discovery.
— from English Literature and Society in the Eighteenth Century by Leslie Stephen

It was about David the shepherd boy who used to lie in his hollow watching one eagle “wheeling slow as in sleep.” He used to wonder about the wide world that the eagle beheld, the eagle that was stretching his wings so far up in the blue, while he, the poor shepherd boy, could see only the “strip twixt the hill and the sky;” for he lay in a hollow.
— from New Chronicles of Rebecca by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin

Before the evening is over, Master Brandon, we want you to give us another sermon," and she laughed, setting off three other laughs as hearty and sincere as if she had uttered the rarest witticism on earth.
— from When Knighthood Was in Flower or, the Love Story of Charles Brandon and Mary Tudor the King's Sister, and Happening in the Reign of His August Majesty King Henry the Eighth by Charles Major