"The order of their proceedings, with slight variation, was this: The mother came alone from the north side of the window, and having gone about half-way across, stopped, turned round, and waved her arm towards the quarter whence she had come.
— from Yorkshire Oddities, Incidents, and Strange Events by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

"No," she said; "I look at them sometimes when I'm tidying the drawer in which I keep them, and I have sometimes stopped to read a word here and there, but no more.
— from Birds of Prey by M. E. (Mary Elizabeth) Braddon

The prow of the ship had struck the reef and was high above the water while great waves washed over the stern.
— from The Shipwreck A Story for the Young by Joseph Spillman

All the time, as I worked, the butler stood just without the door, and I could not persuade him to enter; though I jested him a little, as I stretched the ribbons, and went here and there about my work.
— from Carnacki, the Ghost Finder by William Hope Hodgson

There is a naiveté in the following preamble to a law passed Page 67 [Pg 67] by North Carolina, in 1831, which would be amusing, if the subject were not too serious for mirth: " Whereas teaching slaves to read and write has a tendency to excite dissatisfaction in their minds , and to produce insurrection and rebellion," therefore it is enacted that teaching a slave to read or write, or giving or selling to a slave any book or pamphlet, shall be punished with thirty-nine lashes, if the offender be a free black, or with imprisonment at the discretion of the court; if a slave, the offence is punishable with thirty-nine lashes, on his or her bare back, on conviction before a justice of the peace.
— from An Appeal in Favor of that Class of Americans Called Africans by Lydia Maria Child

At last, as she went off, she promised that she would make Sister Claire des Anges hasten her return should she happen to meet her; and she had not gone twenty yards when she turned round and waved her arm to call attention to her colleague, who with discreet short steps was coming back alone.
— from The Three Cities Trilogy: Lourdes, Complete by Émile Zola