The other is to make inquiries at the inn to which Sir Percival drove away by himself at night.
— from The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

[Major Sykes ( Persia ) devotes a chapter (xxiv.)
— from The Travels of Marco Polo — Volume 1 by Rustichello of Pisa

Our first Sabbath passed delightfully, and I spent the week after very joyously.
— from My Bondage and My Freedom by Frederick Douglass

Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds its state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town!
— from Marmion: A Tale Of Flodden Field by Walter Scott

Hunter was obviously under the influence of some powerful drug, and as no sense could be got out of him, he was left to sleep it off while the two lads and the two women ran out in search of the absentees.
— from The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

Would you apostatize now?” “But who can the fool be that wrote such pasquinades?” demanded an indignant listener.
— from The Reign of Greed by José Rizal

He had been sitting particularly decorously and had not spoken till then.
— from The Possessed (The Devils) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

In a few days not only was all Sicily and Italy ringing with his fame, but throughout Greece his great successes were known, and the city of Corinth, which scarcely thought that the expedition had reached Sicily, heard at the same time that the troops were safe and victorious, so prosperously did affairs turn out, and with such speed did fortune publish the glory of his deeds.
— from Plutarch's Lives, Volume 1 (of 4) by Plutarch

But it is moreover wholly evident, that we may employ this argument to all those things which are called and esteemed bitter, sweet, purging, dormitive, and luminous, not any one of them having an entire and perfect quality to produce such effects, nor to act rather than to be acted on when they are in the bodies, but being there susceptible, of various temperatures and differences.
— from Complete Works of Plutarch — Volume 3: Essays and Miscellanies by Plutarch

Sweet; pale; dries and keeps well.
— from Cooley's Cyclopædia of Practical Receipts and Collateral Information in the Arts, Manufactures, Professions, and Trades..., Sixth Edition, Volume II by Richard Vine Tuson

Now the Fox made as if to climb a tree, now he fell over and lay still, playing dead, and the next instant he was hopping on all fours, his back in the air, and his bushy tail shaking so that it seemed to throw out silver sparks in the moonlight.
— from The Aesop for Children With pictures by Milo Winter by Aesop

“Look at these tracks, Eddie,” Teena said, as she pointed down at deep grooves in the sand.
— from Atom Mystery [Young Atom Detective] by Charles Ira Coombs

he ejaculated, with a deep breath; and then, without warning, snatched Don’s spear from his hand, threw himself into a series of wild attitudes, and went through the action of one engaged in an encounter with an enemy, stabbing, parrying, dodging, and darting here and there in a way that suggested instant immolation for the unfortunate he encountered.
— from The Adventures of Don Lavington: Nolens Volens by George Manville Fenn

It was required that a recruit should possess a good moral character, a sound physical development, and in other respects come within the usual requirements of the army regulations; but, as the men were designed for an especial service, it was required of them that before enlistment they should justify their claim to be called "sharp shooters" by such a public exhibition of their skill as should fairly entitle them to the name, and warrant a reasonable expectation of usefulness in the field.
— from Vermont riflemen in the war for the union, 1861 to 1865 A history of Company F, First United States sharp shooters by William Young Warren Ripley

116 CHAPTER X The settlement of San Pedro del Arrastradero—or of Arimena, as it is also called—lies on the right shore of the River Meta about 150 miles from its confluence with the Orinoco.
— from Down the Orinoco in a Canoe by Santiago Pérez Triana

The delicious liquid tones they gave forth seemed perfectly divine as they sweetly whispered and wavered through the majestic halls and died away in faintest cadence,—the music of fairy-land.
— from The Mountains of California by John Muir