All the dreams came flying back again to her, and they looked like angels, and one of them drew a little sledge, on which sat Kay, and nodded to her.
— from Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen by H. C. (Hans Christian) Andersen

The mountain-ranges north-west of the Himalaya, and the long line of the Cordillera, seem to have afforded two great lines of invasion: and it is a striking fact, lately communicated to me by Dr. Hooker, that all the flowering plants, about forty-six in number, common to Tierra del Fuego and to Europe still exist in North America, which must have lain on the line of march.
— from On the Origin of Species By Means of Natural Selection Or, the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life by Charles Darwin

In spite of its age it is fairly overflowing with errors of every sort, many of which have been emended by an unknown corrector who also wrote in uncials; this same corrector would appear to have added the last leaf.
— from Dio's Rome, Volume 1 (of 6) An Historical Narrative Originally Composed in Greek during the Reigns of Septimius Severus, Geta and Caracalla, Macrinus, Elagabalus and Alexander Severus: and Now Presented in English Form by Cassius Dio Cocceianus

There they halted, and their long lines of tents began to rise.
— from At the Point of the Bayonet: A Tale of the Mahratta War by G. A. (George Alfred) Henty

"What is the sum?" whispered Frank, anxious that the poor Count should not overhear him: and indeed the Count seemed too stunned and overwhelmed to hear any thing less loud than a clap of thunder.
— from Harper's New Monthly Magazine, Vol. V, No. XXV, June, 1852 by Various

It was not long before her friends began teasing her about "the little lieutenant with the big epaulets"—and while she laughed and blushed she didn't seem to mind.
— from Boys' Book of Famous Soldiers by J. Walker (Joseph Walker) McSpadden

When do we eat?” he demanded, and the party started quickly for the house and the larder, lest the young fellow devour them all then and there.
— from Airplane Boys in the Black Woods by E. J. (Edith Janice) Craine

The wind had not fallen and the long tangled branches were tossing hither and thither like loosened tresses.
— from Virgin Soil by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev