crunchy sweet made of a thick dough of ground rice or sweet potatoes and sugar passed through a sieve to form fine threads, fashioned into triangles or other shapes, and fried brown.
— from A Dictionary of Cebuano Visayan by John U. Wolff

As soon as a hostess decides to give a tea, she selects two friends for this duty who are, in her opinion, decorative in appearance and also who (this is very important) can be counted on for gracious manners to everyone and under all circumstances.
— from Etiquette by Emily Post

"Persuaded that the instability of power, that the preponderance of a single Assembly, are the permanent causes of trouble and discord, I submit to your suffrage the following fundamental bases of a Constitution which will be developed by the Assemblies later on:— "1.
— from The History of a Crime The Testimony of an Eye-Witness by Victor Hugo

Then, snatching the fragment from the hands of Thénardier, he crouched down over the coat, and laid the torn morsel against the tattered skirt.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo

the rural district who had served together for fourteen years, and who had during all that time never signed a single document for anybody nor let a single person out of the local court without deceiving or insulting him, were sitting now side by side, both fat and well-fed, and it seemed as though they were so saturated in injustice and falsehood that even the skin of their faces was somehow peculiar, fraudulent.
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

After some hours of troublesome expostulation and entreaty, during which Asaad once said he could bear it no longer, and rose, and shook my hand to go, it was finally settled that the mother should go home without him, but that to save the family from the insupportable shame, which threatened it, Asaad should give her a paper, stating, in effect, that he was not a follower of the English.
— from Fox's Book of Martyrs Or A History of the Lives, Sufferings, and Triumphant Deaths of the Primitive Protestant Martyrs by John Foxe

It was not a bright or splendid summer evening, though fair and soft: the haymakers were at work all along the road; and the sky, though far from cloudless, w
— from Jane Eyre: An Autobiography by Charlotte Brontë

The discontented man sold the farm for what he could get, left his family with a neighbor, took the money he had at interest, and went to search for the coveted treasure.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden

The Protestant princes of the Reformation hated the Scarlet Woman because of the Real Presence, but they also hated her because of the golden stream that flowed from Germany to Rome.
— from American World Policies by Walter E. (Walter Edward) Weyl

And, be it noted, they would not be so extravagantly far ahead of the Ariadne even in point of speed, say, between the Cape and Australia, when, in running her easting down with a living gale on her quarter, she spurned the foam from her streaming sides to the tune of a steady fourteen to fifteen knots in an hour; 'snoring along,' as seamen say, with all her cordage taut as harp-strings, and her clouds of canvas soaring heavenward tier on tier, strained to the extreme limit of the fabric's endurance.
— from The Record of Nicholas Freydon An Autobiography by A. J. (Alec John) Dawson

I wondered how Craig stood the fumes, for I suffered an intense headache and nausea.
— from The Silent Bullet by Arthur B. (Arthur Benjamin) Reeve

It is certainly most uninteresting to the spectators on shore to see the first fine craft come in close together, and returning from afternoon tea to perhaps discover that the real winner is just sailing in round the flagboat and getting the gun.
— from Yachting, Vol. 2 by Dufferin and Ava, Frederick Temple Blackwood, Marquis of

Joy of life and radiant youth seemed to flash from her face and figure.
— from A Romance of Billy-Goat Hill by Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice

But supposing the forces fed from a regular commissariat department, is there anything to be learned from the Crimean campaigns?
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 49, November, 1861 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various