"How I would rejoice to see His enemies laid low in the dust!"
— from Joel: A Boy of Galilee by Annie F. (Annie Fellows) Johnston

Only ... when you played ... what you played last..." Her voice stumbled a little with her here, but she picked up the falter with a quick, corrective tilt of the nose, and walked more wardedly down the path of speech, her eyelids lowered, like one who moves by spiritual impulse.
— from The Post-Girl by Edward Charles Booth

'Principalmente habiendo perecido lo mejor de sus historias entre las llamas, por no tenerse conocimiento de lo que significaban sus pinturas.'
— from The Native Races [of the Pacific states], Volume 2, Civilized Nations The Works of Hubert Howe Bancroft, Volume 2 by Hubert Howe Bancroft

Mark was perfectly still, his eyes looking like ears.
— from Weighed and Wanting by George MacDonald

She hardly ever left Linda alone, requiring her company when she went out to make her little purchases in the market, and always on those more momentous and prolonged occasions when she attended some public prayer-meeting.
— from Linda Tressel by Anthony Trollope

Virginia Deering was asking herself if she had ever loved like this, and what she had suffered patiently for her love.
— from In Wild Rose Time by Amanda M. Douglas

She had endured Lady Linlithgow for that year between her father's death and her marriage; she was now beginning to dare to hope for the enjoyment of the good things which she had won, and the presence of the dowager-countess,—"the vulturess,"—was certainly not one of these good things.
— from The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope

Officer was so tall it was with some little difficulty that a suit could be found to fit him, and when he had stuffed his pants in his boots and thrown away the vest, for he never wore either vest or suspenders, he emerged looking like an Alpine tourist, with his new pink shirt and nappy brown beaver slouch hat jauntily cocked over one ear.
— from The Log of a Cowboy: A Narrative of the Old Trail Days by Andy Adams

It was plain from the mother's face and manner that she also was anxious, for she frequently went to the gate, and, shading her eyes, looked long and anxiously down the road, hoping that the figure of the little girl would come to view, with some explanation of the cause for her delay.
— from Through Forest and Fire Wild-Woods Series No. 1 by Edward Sylvester Ellis