The first morning she had merely thrown up a brief thank you to heaven on getting out of bed, and had gone straight to the window to see what everything looked like—thrown up the thank you as carelessly as a ball, and thought no more about it.
— from The Enchanted April by Elizabeth Von Arnim

In the evening I went down to the countess and told a funny story about B., and only remembered that I ought not to have done so when everybody laughed loudly at it.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

Wild sparkles crest the broken tides, And, flashing round the vessel's sides, With elfish lustre lave; While far behind their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour gave.'
— from Glimpses of Ocean Life; Or, Rock-Pools and the Lessons they Teach by John Harper

We're going to see my husband's mother, and I know she'll think I started with 'em looking like this." Betty was far older than many girls her age in some things.
— from Betty Gordon in Washington; Or, Strange Adventures in a Great City by Alice B. Emerson

Morbidaménte, softly, smoothly, wantonly, effeminately, luxuriously, lasciuiously.
— from Queen Anna's New World of Words; or, Dictionarie of the Italian and English Tongues by John Florio

“Poor child, plead on,” the succouring prophet saith, While she, with eager lips, like one who tries To kiss a dream, stretches her arms and cries To Heaven for help—“Plead on; such pure love-breath, Reaching the throne, might stay the wings of Death That, in the Desert, fan thy father’s eyes.”
— from Theodore Watts-Dunton: Poet, Novelist, Critic by James Douglas

No doubt she was too big now to believe such silly stories; but still, what would she do if she were suddenly to see coming out of the wall a girl as red as a stove, with eyes like live coals?
— from Germinal by Émile Zola

But it did not look very like it so far—I mean not very like her 'having more time' than at the big house, for there were always things turning up for her to do, and then she wrote enormously long letters to papa every week.
— from The House That Grew by Mrs. Molesworth

He would be told that she was either laid low herself or attending upon one who was in such case.
— from The Quiver, 1/1900 by Anonymous

[Softly] We English love liberty in those who don't belong to us.
— from Plays : Third Series by John Galsworthy

And keeping her teeth still well exposed, Lady Larford glided away, her skirts exhaling an odour of civet-cat as she moved.
— from The Treasure of Heaven: A Romance of Riches by Marie Corelli