Even Hurstwood was doing well enough, and she was anxious that his small real estate adventures should prosper.
— from Sister Carrie: A Novel by Theodore Dreiser

When the centre, the Imperial station, was left naked on all sides, and encompassed by the victorious Turks, he still, with desperate courage, maintained the fight till the close of day, at the head of the brave and faithful subjects who adhered to his standard.
— from The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire Table of Contents with links in the HTML file to the two Project Gutenberg editions (12 volumes) by Edward Gibbon

Now certain young men of the inhabitants of Gibeah, having seen the woman in the market-place, and admiring her beauty, when they understood that she lodged with the old man, came to the doors, as contemning the weakness and fewness of the old man's family; and when the old man desired them to go away, and not to offer any violence or abuse there, they desired him to yield them up the strange woman, and then he should have no harm done to him: and when the old man alleged that the Levite was of his kindred, and that they would be guilty of horrid wickedness if they suffered themselves to be overcome by their pleasures, and so offend against their laws, they despised his righteous admonition, and laughed him to scorn.
— from Antiquities of the Jews by Flavius Josephus

Each such witness appended to his signature a full list of his dignities and qualifications: one man in printed characters, another in a flowing hand, a third in topsy-turvy characters of a kind never before seen in the Russian alphabet, and so forth.
— from Dead Souls by Nikolai Vasilevich Gogol

“Honey, what good thing has happened?” “The Youth’s Friend has accepted a little sketch I sent them a fortnight ago,” said Anne, trying hard to speak as if she were accustomed to having sketches accepted every mail, but not quite succeeding.
— from Anne of the Island by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery

Democritus, as he is described by [14] Hippocrates and [15] Laertius, was a little wearish old man, very melancholy by nature, averse from company in his latter days, [16] and much given to solitariness, a famous philosopher in his age, [17] coaevus with Socrates, wholly addicted to his studies at the last, and to a private life: wrote many excellent works, a great divine, according to the divinity of those times, an expert physician, a politician, an excellent mathematician, as [18] Diacosmus and the rest of his works do witness.
— from The Anatomy of Melancholy by Robert Burton

She has hitherto confined herself entirely to this one question, which to her is most sacred and righteous, but this season we are to have something different, as will be seen from the titles of her new lectures.
— from The Life and Work of Susan B. Anthony (Volume 1 of 2) Including Public Addresses, Her Own Letters and Many From Her Contemporaries During Fifty Years by Ida Husted Harper

The first sound in the morning was her voice as she went about the house singing like a lark, and the last sound at night was the same cheery sound, for the girls never grew too old for that familiar lullaby.
— from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Carmen glanced at the pale, slender woman across the hall, seated alone, and wearing a look of utter weariness.
— from Carmen Ariza by Charles Francis Stocking

He played the raw Yankee boy, not in low comedy at all, but made him innocent and ignorant as a well-born Green Mountain lad might be, never a bumpkin; and in the scene when Asa tells his sweetheart the bear story and whilst pretending to light his cigar burns the will, he left not a dry eye in the house.
— from Marse Henry, Complete An Autobiography by Henry Watterson

There's some women, and they have such a small, rosy, little mouth, that a man must gather up his lips into a bird's bill to kiss them.
— from The Black Baronet; or, The Chronicles Of Ballytrain The Works of William Carleton, Volume One by William Carleton

Their painful suspense was soon ended by the sight of Philippe’s convulsed and purple face, his staggering walk, and the horrible state of his eyes, which were deeply sunken, dull, and yet haggard; he had a strong chill upon him, and his teeth chattered.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by Honoré de Balzac

I shall write and tell him so.
— from The Ghost Camp; or, the Avengers by Rolf Boldrewood

Though she was a teetotaler herself, still she knew that her guests should be offered the juice of the grape.
— from The Gay Adventure: A Romance by Richard Bird