When they were gone, Morrel ventured out from under the trees, and the moon shone upon his face, which was so pale it might have been taken for that of a ghost.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas
The general looked around him with slight uneasiness; however he did not yield, but calling up all his fortitude, said,—“I will not swear.”
— from The Count of Monte Cristo, Illustrated by Alexandre Dumas
He wandered on, treading upon Alpine roses, thistles, and snow, with the summer sun shining upon him, till at length he bid farewell to the lands of the north.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen
I would advise that you say nothing to Mr. Stanton on the subject unless he asks your advice.
— from Memoirs of General William T. Sherman — Complete by William T. (William Tecumseh) Sherman
It would have been well if he had concealed his sentiments, until he had come into possession of the power which would secure their practical development.
— from The Last Man by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
As far as I was concerned, the lamps already seemed to burn double and the whole dining-room was going round, when “See here, Plocamus,” Trimalchio spoke up, “haven’t you anything to tell us?
— from The Satyricon — Complete by Petronius Arbiter
When they arrived there, Rose left Oliver in the coach, under pretence of preparing the old gentleman to receive him; and sending up her card by the servant, requested to see Mr. Brownlow on very pressing business.
— from Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
Holmes sat motionless by the fire, his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, his chin sunk upon his breast, his eyes fixed upon the glowing embers.
— from The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle
She lay down, very gently, and, with a quiet smile upon her face, fell into a slumber.
— from The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens
This little work of mine will be a tissue [of the studies] of these attributes, reminding the painter of the rules and methods by which he should use his art to imitate all the works of Nature which adorn the world.
— from The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci — Complete by da Vinci Leonardo
Mrs. Stott ushered him into the library, and he entered the room evidently intending to shake hands with me, which civility I affected not to notice.
— from The Uninhabited House by Riddell, J. H., Mrs.
He took it from her, and waited while she drew out another and another of the thin folded slips, until he had a handful.
— from Briarwood Girls by Julia Lestarjette Glover
God had set his holy seal upon her brow.
— from The Monctons: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 2) by Susanna Moodie
Sir Claude, however, didn't keep her long in a position so ungraceful: he sat down and opened his arms to her as he had done the day he came for her at her father's, and while he held her there, looking at her kindly, but as if their companion had brought the blood a good deal to his face, he said: "Dear Mrs. Wix is magnificent, but she's rather too grand about it.
— from What Maisie Knew by Henry James
He shrunk up his shoulders at it, when it was first proposed to him; but in a few days after he came to me, with one of the missionary priests for his interpreter, and told me he had a proposal to make to me, and that was this: he had bought a great quantity of goods of us when he had no thoughts (or proposals made to him) of buying the ship, and that, therefore, he had not money enough to pay for the ship; but if I would let the same men who were in the ship navigate her, he would hire the ship to go to Japan, and would send them from thence to the Philippine islands with another loading, which he would pay the freight of before they went from Japan; and that, at their return, he would buy the ship.
— from The Life and Adventures of Robinson Crusoe (1808) by Daniel Defoe
A dim conviction settled upon him that he was not like everybody else, and this was why all were down on him.
— from The Spy: The Story of a Superfluous Man by Maksim Gorky
She understood her simple longings after unattainable glories so thoroughly, and she was so ready to amuse her to the best of her ability.
— from Vagabondia 1884 by Frances Hodgson Burnett
Here, a blooming beauty smiles upon him—there he is nauseated by a peevish sensibility.
— from Fiesco; or, the Genoese Conspiracy: A Tragedy by Friedrich Schiller
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