Leonilda threw her arms round my neck, calling me dear papa, and kissing me with all a daughter’s freedom.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

As I had not preferred anybody to them, and had separated myself from their society to live free and independent, they had always received me in a friendly manner, and I was always certain of being well received by Madam Dupin.
— from The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The larger abbeys, the abbots of which were anciently summoned to Parliament as Lords of Parliament, appear to have adhered rather more consistently to a fixed device in each case, though the variations of design are very noticeable even in these instances.
— from A Complete Guide to Heraldry by Arthur Charles Fox-Davies

M. Grimm gave me a letter to her, so I drove there, the purport of the letter being chiefly to recommend me to the Duchesse de Bourbon, who when I was last here [during Mozart's first visit to Paris] was in a convent, and to introduce me afresh to her and recall me to her memory.
— from The Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart — Volume 01 by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

It now seemed to me that a one-cigar limit was no real protection to a person, so I knocked my pledge on the head and resumed my liberty.
— from Following the Equator: A Journey Around the World by Mark Twain

“Sweetheart,” said Esther, throwing her arms round my neck, “you have an opportunity for giving me a strong proof of your friendship.
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

Here she threw her arms round my neck, and burst into tears.
— from The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel by Anonymous

Then she suddenly rushed to me, threw her arms round me and burst into tears.
— from White Nights and Other Stories The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Say to Herr von Aman that, if he wishes to have a right merry wedding, he must be so kind as to wait till we return, so that what he promised me may come to pass, namely, that I was to dance at his wedding.
— from The Letters of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart — Volume 01 by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Very soon I began to see that I had made some impression upon him, and after the arrival of some of the other merchants, who showed great joy at once more seeing me alive, he declared that he also recognised me.
— from The Arabian Nights Entertainments by Andrew Lang

The old man looked away from the map as if it had vaguely troubled him, and regarded me appealingly.
— from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett

The hoarse answer, "RELIEF," makes the shade of a grief Die away, with the step on the sod.
— from The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 11, No. 67, May, 1863 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics by Various

‘The honourable and reverent Mr. Oldham, brother to Lord Wessex.
— from A Changed Man, and Other Tales by Thomas Hardy

Gilbert and Cyril were much together, particularly after Cyril's standing had been increased in Beulah by the news that Mr. Thurston thought him a remarkable mathematician and perhaps the leading student in his class.
— from Mother Carey's Chickens by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin

Laura threw her arms round my neck when she said good-by.
— from Golden Moments Bright Stories for Young Folks by Anonymous

The old man spoke kindly to him and repeatedly muttered to himself about his foolishness in thinking the youth was such a villain because he happened to be stranded in Bougainville and hadn’t a cent to bless himself with.
— from Gabrielle of the Lagoon: A Romance of the South Seas by W. H. (William Henry) Myddleton

The breath of dawn descends the hills, And round me, as I greet the day, I hear the lilt of laughing rills And songs of fountains at their play.
— from Poems by John L. (John Lawson) Stoddard

Some way behind the owner of all this came the second man in the parish, the rector, the Honourable and Reverend Mr. Oldbourne, a widower, over stiff and stern for a clergyman, whose severe white neckcloth, well-kept gray hair, and right-lined face betokened none of those sympathetic traits whereon depends so much of a parson’s power to do good among his fellow-creatures.
— from A Group of Noble Dames by Thomas Hardy