"Doctor," he said, "tell them to bring me a slice of rye bread and salt, and some sardines....
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

The wounded young nobleman was either, as I have said, very young and green in matters of the world—for to suppose that a man would give up forty thousand a year, because, forsooth, the lady connected with it had written a few sentimental letters to a young fellow, is too absurd—or, as I am inclined to believe, he was glad of an excuse to quit the field altogether, being by no means anxious to meet the victorious sword of Redmond Barry a second time.
— from Barry Lyndon by William Makepeace Thackeray

In the sky pale streamers of rose barred and striped a spreading violet.
— from Sussex Gorse: The Story of a Fight by Sheila Kaye-Smith

The kind of talk I had heard so often repeated by Austrian soldiers produced the desired effect when I used it and that poor gendarme certainly could not suspect that the complaining school teacher was the very Lieutenant General for whom he had been warned to be on guard.
— from The Flying Spy by Camillo De Carlo

In April several nests are partially begun; these are generally situated in clumps of sedge or rushes, but are sometimes built under bushes, or even trees, at some height above the ground.
— from Birds of Britain by J. Lewis (John Lewis) Bonhote

But the old scoundrel, who was usually so loquacious and so officious, replied briefly; and, strange to say, did not offer his services.
— from The Honor of the Name by Emile Gaboriau

Then bring me, showers of roses bring, And shed them o'er me while I sing.
— from The Complete Poems of Sir Thomas Moore Collected by Himself with Explanatory Notes by Thomas Moore

She hears the sound of repeated blows and shrieks, till at last her sister falls heavily against the door, which gives way, and Maren rushes out.
— from Stories by American Authors, Volume 3 by Various

The Reverend Mother must have perceived, just as she had done, as all must do sooner or later, that life out of the shelter of religion becomes a sort of nightmare, an intolerable torture.
— from Evelyn Innes by George Moore

It throws from the top short branches covered with a very bright green foliage, the leaves being narrow and rounded at the end, five or six inches in length by one broad, crimped like the frill of a shirt; or rather bearing a stronger resemblance to that beautiful species of sea-weed found along the coast of England, and styled by urchins “the old gentleman’s ruffles.”
— from The Highlands of Ethiopia by Harris, William Cornwallis, Sir