But she escaped observation, and [54] under the advice of her attendant, and indeed through her own native intelligence she managed to preserve a calm exterior, feeling sure that her Herbert would soon appear to open wide her prison doors.
— from A Son of Mars, volume 2 by Arthur Griffiths

Marriage, in some way mysterious and beautiful, would surely alter the world for her; nay, more, would transmute her own nature into something stronger, richer, happier, a wedded nature, wedded in its lightest moods, its deepest fastnesses.
— from The Torch Bearer by Reina Melcher Marquis

The low ranges of sun-scorched, blackened ridge and furrow formation which form the approaches to the higher altitudes of the Afghán upland, and which are almost as regularly laid out by the hand of nature in some parts of the frontier as are the parallels ... of the engineer who is besieging a fortress—these are by no means 'things of beauty,' and it is this class of formation and
— from The Panjab, North-West Frontier Province, and Kashmir by Douie, James McCrone, Sir

Their journey was long and dangerous for such old men, but they reached the House of Nanteos in safety, and deposited the treasure they had suffered so much to save.
— from Folk-Lore of West and Mid-Wales by Jonathan Ceredig Davies

[25] As the history of Nicot is so intimately connected with that of the plant, a short sketch of this original importer will doubtless be interesting to all lovers of the weed:— "John Nicot, Sieur de Villemain, was born at Nismes in 1530, and died at Paris in 1600.
— from Tobacco; Its History, Varieties, Culture, Manufacture and Commerce by E. R. Billings

The hush of night is settling on the woodland.
— from In the West Country by Francis A. (Francis Arnold) Knight

Meanwhile, that's where duty calls," and with a wave of his hand he indicated the distant North Sea, on which the supreme contest for the supremacy of the waves will prove that the heritage of Nelson is still worthily upheld by Britannia's sons.
— from A Sub. of the R.N.R.: A Story of the Great War by Percy F. (Percy Francis) Westerman

Yet, hungry as they were, they ate but little; it shamed me to go on eating, being always a girl of a vigorous appetite and hard-set about the hour of noon; it shamed me at first, also, to observe their ways of thrift, so that not the least crumb should be wasted.
— from The Chaplain of the Fleet by James Rice

The voice came about the hour of noon, in summer, in her father's garden.
— from Jeanne D'Arc: Her Life And Death by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant