Dorothea had observed the animus with which Will's part in the painful story had been recalled more than once; but she had uttered no word, being checked now, as she had not been formerly in speaking of Will, by the consciousness of a deeper relation between them which must always remain in consecrated secrecy.
— from Middlemarch by George Eliot

“You saw him?” urged Natásha, seizing her hand.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

I gathered from their signs that someone had urgent need of my medical services, and I followed the chief to one of his huts.
— from The Lost World by Arthur Conan Doyle

‘Bully was better than you, papa,’ he said; ‘he used not to swear so, and he told and taught me many good things while you were away.’
— from Barry Lyndon by William Makepeace Thackeray

Her expectations had been strongly excited; she had urged nothing against our project, on the contrary, she was evidently pleased by it; but its evident ill success changed the current of her ideas.
— from The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Although it was hard to believe that her retiring for the night could be anything but a form, so severely wide awake were those classical eyes of hers, and so impossible did it seem that her rigid nose could yield to any relaxing influence, yet her manner of sitting, smoothing her uncomfortable, not to say, gritty mittens (they were constructed of a cool fabric like a meat-safe), or of ambling to unknown places of destination with her foot in her cotton stirrup, was so perfectly serene, that most observers would have been constrained to suppose her a dove, embodied by some freak of nature, in the earthly tabernacle of a bird of the hook-beaked order.
— from Hard Times by Charles Dickens

"Although mine is of the Cachopins of Laredo," said the traveller, "I will not venture to compare it with that of El Toboso of La Mancha, though, to tell the truth, no such surname has until now ever reached my ears."
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Sunday has us now in the hollow of his hand.”
— from The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G. K. (Gilbert Keith) Chesterton

He survived his uncle no longer; and ten thousand pounds, including the late legacies, was all that remained for his widow and daughters.
— from Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen

Look, Hector, how the sun begins to set, How ugly night comes breathing at his heels; Even with the vail and dark’ning of the sun, To close the day up, Hector’s life is done. HECTOR.
— from The Complete Works of William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

More negroes Upon our retiring to rest, the two negroes, father and son, took up their station in the apartment we had at first entered; this they did to keep watch that no one should harm us; not that there was any absolute necessity for their so doing, but it was an attention meant to impress us with confidence as to our safety.
— from The Emigrant's Lost Son; or, Life Alone in the Forest by Anonymous

and if a sub hits us now
— from The Real Dope by Ring Lardner

In saying so he urged no suit;—but it was impossible that he should write to the house without some message, and none other from him to her could be a true message.
— from Ralph the Heir by Anthony Trollope

But they lift None of our standards; help us not in growth; Compel no prosecution of our search, And leave us, where they found us—with the time!
— from Graham's Magazine Vol XXXIII No. 3 September 1848 by Various

Through this needle large doses of quinine are injected, and in six hours usually no crescent remains to be seen.
— from Sketches of the East Africa Campaign by Robert Valentine Dolbey

Then a full month after the rupture, during which she had understood nothing of the pitying looks, the discreet condolences, the vague smiles which met her everywhere, she learned everything with a suddenness that stunned her.
— from Doctor Pascal by Émile Zola

John's face was a shade whiter, and again something worked in his throat, but still he uttered no word.
— from Dead Man's Rock by Arthur Quiller-Couch

Steam has united nations in the closest bonds.
— from History of European Morals From Augustus to Charlemagne (Vol. 1 of 2) by William Edward Hartpole Lecky