Others after having bought her out also hired a room for her, bought the inevitable sewing-machine and started her off reading and writing and preached at her.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

She had just remembered a French fairy story she had once read called "Riquet à la Houppe."
— from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

From the height where he stood, the descent would not have been so soft or harmless: a timely death secured his own repose and that of the caliph, who paid with the most lavish concessions the retreat of his brother Amrou to the palaces of Shiraz and Ispahan.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

See, from afar, yon rock that mates the sky, About whose feet such heaps of rubbish lie; Such indigested ruin; bleak and bare, How desert now it stands, expos’d in air!
— from The Aeneid by Virgil

Then glad was King Sugríva's breast, And all his lords their joy confessed, Stirred by sure hope of Ráma's aid, And promise which the prince had made.
— from The Rámáyan of Válmíki, translated into English verse by Valmiki

A great surgeon stood before his class to perform a certain operation which the elaborate mechanism and minute knowledge of modern science had only recently made possible.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden

[61] stars of the human mind, which as yet no man has thought of as such,—watching days and months sometimes for a few facts; correcting still his old records,—must relinquish display and immediate fame.
— from Essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson by Ralph Waldo Emerson

The only one to succeed was the hunchback when she slipped through under his outstretched arm, but the painter chased after her, grabbed her by the skirt, span her once round and set her down again by the door with the other girls who, unlike the first, had not dared to cross the doorstep while the painter had left his post.
— from The Trial by Franz Kafka

She heard old Royce sing in the pantomime of Turko the Terrible and laughed with others when he sang: I am the boy That can enjoy Invisibility.
— from Ulysses by James Joyce

To the right, at the extremity of the little meadow, stood a square house of red bricks and regular construction, isolated, silent, and melancholy.
— from Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine—Volume 62, No. 386, December, 1847 by Various

"Adela dear, how well...."), she slipped up the stairs and secured her own refuge, and rang for tea to be brought to her there.
— from The Duchess of Wrexe, Her Decline and Death; A Romantic Commentary by Hugh Walpole

He was never seen to return his men’s salutes; he only returned ours as the result of frequent protests.
— from The Tunnellers of Holzminden (with a side-issue) by H. G. (Hugh George) Durnford

STRAIGHT HANGINGS OF ROSE AND YELLOW SHOT SILK Not long ago I was asked to furnish a small sea- shore cottage.
— from The House in Good Taste by Elsie De Wolfe

Another declined peremptorily the use of a flat-iron stand, and burnt out triangular pieces from the ironing sheet and blanket; and when Sylvie remonstrated with her about the skirt-board, which she had newly covered, finding her using it as a cleaning cloth after she had heated her "flats" upon the coals, she was met with a torrent of abuse, and the assurance that she "might get somebody else to save her old rags with their apurns, an' iron five white skirts and tin pairs o' undersleeves a week for two women, at three dollars an' a half.
— from The Other Girls by A. D. T. (Adeline Dutton Train) Whitney

With what supreme contempt, therefore, must every right-minded woman listen to such harangues, or read them when in print!
— from Woman: Man's Equal by Thomas Webster

Though she had outwardly renounced her lover—bade him return to Nesta—she still held him hers by the utter faithfulness of his love for her.
— from The House of Dreams-Come-True by Margaret Pedler

"She went back to her bedroom, to place by Nancy's side her only remaining doll."
— from An Australian Lassie by Lilian Turner