“d’Artagnan is right,” said Athos; “here are our three leaves of absence which came from Monsieur de Treville, and here are three hundred pistoles which came from I don’t know where.
— from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas

Old Fogg looked first at the money, and then at him, and then he coughed in his rum way, so that I knew something was coming.
— from The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

Amid all the thankfulness, which Emily felt for this concession, she thought she observed a malicious triumph in his manner, when he pronounced the last words; but, in the next moment, she dismissed the thought, and, having again thanked him, commended her aunt to his pity, and assured him, that she would herself reward him, and would be punctual to her appointment, she bade him good night, and retired, unobserved, to her chamber.
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

We have said that Apellicon was of Teos, and Hecatæus also, the historian.
— from The Geography of Strabo, Volume 3 (of 3) Literally Translated, with Notes by Strabo

One knows the severe probity of Ninon, her generosity, her taste for the arts, her attachment to her friends.
— from The Satyricon — Complete by Petronius Arbiter

Smiling, he stared at the feather in the princess’s hat, and then about him as though he were going to pick something up.
— from Anna Karenina by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

"Come then, an' have a try," he said.
— from The Rainbow by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

And so Sir Tristram armed him and took his horse, and put him forth, and there Sir Lamorak met him mightily, and what with the might of his own spear, and of Sir Tristram's spear, Sir Lamorak's horse fell to the earth, and he sitting in the saddle.
— from Le Morte d'Arthur: Volume 1 by Malory, Thomas, Sir

Claudia would not on any account allow him to accompany her; and thanking him for his offers as well as she could, took leave of him in tears.
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

The artist has adhered to his engagement: he has struck at an higher order, and displayed the follies and vices which frequently degrade our nobility.
— from Hogarth's Works, with life and anecdotal descriptions of his pictures. Volume 2 (of 3) by John Ireland

My father expects to find you at Tourdestelle, and how account to him for your hurried flight?
— from Beauchamp's Career — Volume 3 by George Meredith

On the same day, the king sent, as messengers to announce his arrival to His Majesty the Emperor of Austria; Herr Meding, representing the regency, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Herr von Platen, and the Minister of War, Herr von Brandis.
— from The Prussian Terror by Alexandre Dumas

his minions had their eyes upon our pilgrim, but were foiled in every attempt to apprehend him; all that he suffered was the occasional spoiling of his goods.[312] Neither violence nor allurements induced him to deviate from his line of duty.
— from Works of John Bunyan — Complete by John Bunyan

Petty little people, acquaintances and non-acquaintances, crawled from all sides, like black-beetles, to his spacious, warm, and slovenly mansion; all these ate whatever came to hand, but ate their fill, drank themselves drunk, and carried off what they could, lauding and magnifying the amiable host; and the host, when he was not in a good humour, also magnified his guests—as drones and blackguards—but he was bored without them.
— from A Nobleman's Nest by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev

Oscar met them at the depot, accompanied them to a hotel, and then he and Sam—the latter having received a wink he readily understood—managed to separate themselves from the party and to reach the sidewalk without attracting attention.
— from Oscar in Africa by Harry Castlemon

Bourne, Hugh , founder of the Primitive Methodists, and a zealous propagator of their principles; he was a carpenter by trade, and he appears to have wrought at his trade while prosecuting his mission, which he did extensively both in Britain and America (1772-1852).
— from The Nuttall Encyclopædia Being a Concise and Comprehensive Dictionary of General Knowledge by P. Austin Nuttall

Like cloud upon cloud those sails soared to the dainty little [150] royals, above the foremost of which there blew Britannia's glorious flag, the blood-red cross of St. George upon a field white as the foam that boiled to as high as the hawse pipes with the churning of the shearing cutwater storming like a meteor through the blue.
— from The Death Ship: A Strange Story, Vol. 2 (of 3) by William Clark Russell

Rough spruce woods lined the track, and here and there he saw patches of snow.
— from Northern Diamonds by Frank Lillie Pollock