Her cheeks glowed and she was a little embarrassed by it, and she looked in confusion at Polya and me.
— from The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

He suffered for this on several occasions; and particularly once, when Steerforth laughed in church, and the Beadle thought it was Traddles, and took him out.
— from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

Coffee, the beverage of sobriety, a powerful mental stimulant, which, unlike spirituous liquors, increases clearness and lucidity; coffee, which suppresses the vague, heavy fantasies of the imagination, which from the perception of reality brings forth the sparkle and sunlight of truth; coffee anti-erotic....
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

Jove has sent us this sign, long in coming, and long ere it be fulfilled, though its fame shall last for ever.
— from The Iliad by Homer

(She lifts it carefully and knocks with precaution.)
— from Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand

ee them, depend on having a friend who will follow to the ends of the 'arth afore he desarts you.” He gave Cora an affectionate shake of the hand, lifted his rifle, and after regarding it a moment with melancholy solicitude, laid it carefully aside, and descended to the place where Chingachgook had just disappeared.
— from The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757 by James Fenimore Cooper

Ákung giutlan ug diyútay ang tiil sa lamísa, I cut a small piece off the leg of the table.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

She was no longer the light-haired, insipid girl I had seen in church fifteen years previously, but a stout lady in curls and flounces, one of those ladies of uncertain age, without intellect, without any of those things that go to make a woman.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

Another way is to let the silver lay in chalk and water for an hour, then take it out, and wipe it dry on flannel; polish it with a piece of buckskin.
— from Domestic Cookery, Useful Receipts, and Hints to Young Housekeepers by Elizabeth E. (Elizabeth Ellicott) Lea

Baldly stated, because Ulysses was the shrewdest and most successful liar in classic antiquity.
— from The Soul of Democracy The Philosophy of the World War in Relation to Human Liberty by Edward Howard Griggs

Mrs. Heathcote, with some little inward chuckle at her husband’s assumed quickness of apprehension, reminded herself that the same idea had occurred to her some time ago.
— from Harry Heathcote of Gangoil: A Tale of Australian Bush-Life by Anthony Trollope

Then Princess Jean knew all, and she tore the circlet of gold from her head and knelt on the cold stones at his feet, and cried, "Hynde Horn, my own Hynde Horn, my love is not cold, neither is it dim; but thou wert so long in coming, and they said it was my duty to marry someone else.
— from Tales From Scottish Ballads by Elizabeth W. (Elizabeth Wilson) Grierson

She lived in constant apprehension that her husband would "go into polygamy," and so much was she opposed to it, that she once said to me in his presence, that if he did, she could not and would not live with him longer.
— from The Mormon Prophet and His Harem Or, An Authentic History of Brigham Young, His Numerous Wives and Children by C. V. (Catherine Van Valkenburg) Waite

In ancient times, circumstances connected with War, as well as the method of carrying it on, were different; therefore its events are of less use to us either theoretically or practically; in addition to which, military history, like every other, naturally loses in the course of time a number of small traits and lineaments originally to be seen, loses in colour and life, like a worn-out or darkened picture; so that perhaps at last only the large masses and leading features remain, which thus acquire undue proportions.
— from On War — Volume 1 by Carl von Clausewitz

His lips moved as if he were about to speak and denounce us; but I shook my head, gave him the most significant look I could, and then putting my hand on Marcel's shoulder to indicate clearly that I was speaking to him, said in a loud voice,— "Captain Montague, look at the fourth man in the line; does he not look wonderfully like one of the villains who chased us into the city?"
— from In Hostile Red by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler