The mourners split and moved to each side of the hole, stepping with care round the graves.
— from Ulysses by James Joyce

A very friendly shake of the hand, a very earnest “Good-bye,” closed the speech, and the door had soon shut out Frank Churchill.
— from Emma by Jane Austen

Pampinea's words pleased mightily, and with one voice they elected her chief of the first day; whereupon Filomena, running nimbly to a laurel-tree—for that she had many a time heard speak of the honour due to the leaves of this plant and how worship-worth they made whoso was deservedly crowned withal—and plucking divers sprays therefrom, made her thereof a goodly and honourable wreath, which, being set upon her head, was thenceforth, what while their company lasted, a manifest sign unto every other of the royal office and seignory.
— from The Decameron of Giovanni Boccaccio by Giovanni Boccaccio

So he took his basin and soap, and lathered away until the hare came up; then he soaped and shaved off the hare's whiskers whilst he was running at the top of his speed, and did not even cut his skin or injure a hair on his body.
— from Household Tales by Brothers Grimm by Wilhelm Grimm

The four Ages follow, and in the last of these the Giants aspire to the sovereignty of the heavens; being slain by Jupiter, a new race of men springs up from their blood.
— from The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Books I-VII by Ovid

I remember with delight how I went through their rose-garden, how their dogs, big Leo and little curly-haired Fritz with long ears, came to meet me, and how Nimrod, the swiftest of the horses, poked his nose into my hands for a pat and a lump of sugar.
— from The Story of My Life With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy by Helen Keller

Both were shouting, gesticulating, waving their arms, spreading out their hands, [6] stamping their feet, talking of levels, fish-corrals, the San Mateo River, 2 of cascos, of Indians, and so on, to the great satisfaction of their listeners and the undisguised disgust of an elderly Franciscan, remarkably thin and withered, and a handsome Dominican about whose lips flitted constantly a scornful smile.
— from The Reign of Greed by José Rizal

she uttered it in such a tone of plaintive appeal that the tears came into some of the hardest eyes.
— from Adam Bede by George Eliot

There were no spurs on the heels of Barry to urge Satan, and no quirt in his hand, but a single word sent the black streaking down the hill.
— from The Seventh Man by Max Brand

It was the scream of the horse that did it, yet why did not John Harned go mad when the bull was killed?
— from The Night-Born by Jack London

Some of them have been there for generations, and the Kānikars perform periodically most daring feats in endeavouring to secure at least a portion of the honey.
— from Castes and Tribes of Southern India. Vol. 3 of 7 by Edgar Thurston

They talked pretty constantly at their labors, and in their leisure, which they spent on the brown needles under the pines at the side of the house.
— from Ragged Lady — Volume 1 by William Dean Howells

In both regions the prairie is scarred by trails where the buffalo have marched single file to their watering-places—trails trampled by such a multitude of hoofs that the groove sinks to the depth of a rider's stirrup or the hub of a wagon-wheel.
— from The Story of the Trapper by Agnes C. Laut

And the angel of the Lord called unto Abraham a second time out of heaven and said, By myself have I sworn, saith the Lord, for because thou hast done this thing, and hast not withheld thy son, thine only son, that in blessing I will bless thee, and in multiplying I will multiply thy seed as the stars of the heavens, and as the sand upon the seashore, and in thy seed shall all the nations of the earth be blessed, because thou hast obeyed my voice."
— from Beacon Lights of History, Volume 02: Jewish Heroes and Prophets by John Lord

In short, things were going well with her, and she owned to her own heart that she had never felt happier in her life.
— from A Sweet Girl Graduate by L. T. Meade