To these men of heart and of talent Lucien de Rubempre, the poet, sought to attach himself.
— from Repertory of The Comedie Humaine, Complete, A — Z by Anatole Cerfberr

The landau drives rapidly along the road, through the Rue d'Antibes, preceded, followed, accompanied, by a crowd of other carriages covered with flowers, full of women almost hidden by a sea of violets.
— from Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant by Guy de Maupassant

The locatives domī , rūrī , humī , and rarely orbī , are used like proper names of towns: as, 229 ( a. ) cēnābō domī , Pl.
— from A Latin Grammar for Schools and Colleges by George Martin Lane

We had shot through the Pool, past the West India Docks, down the long Deptford Reach, and up again after rounding the Isle of Dogs.
— from The Sign of the Four by Arthur Conan Doyle

They were sitting in the large drawing room.
— from War and Peace by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

This last declaration rouzed him. 'Not quit these mountains alive?'
— from The Monk: A Romance by M. G. (Matthew Gregory) Lewis

Judith’s small nose was still sniffing the air while she moved lightly about the long, dark room.
— from Ainslee's, Vol. 15, No. 6, July 1905 by Various

But they sought every opportunity to try to destroy our characters, and propagate their lies concerning us, thus showing that they loved darkness rather than light.
— from Life of Heber C. Kimball, an Apostle The Father and Founder of the British Mission by Orson F. (Orson Ferguson) Whitney

He promised that he would show us a piece of the old Roman wall, but he showed us ever so much more, beginning with the fore court of the conventual church of Santa Paula, where we found the afternoon light waiting to illumine for us with its tender caress the Luca della Robbia-like colored porcelain figures of the portal and the beautiful octagon tower staying a moment before taking flight for heaven: the most exquisite moment of our whole fortnight in Seville.
— from Familiar Spanish Travels by William Dean Howells

The wondrous resemblance Miss Lendrick bears to Lucy Dillon renews to my memory the bright days of her early beauty, when her poor father would call her to sit down at his feet and read to him, that he might gaze at will on her, weaving whole histories of future happiness and joy for her.
— from Sir Brook Fossbrooke, Volume I. by Charles James Lever

Communications Cuba Telephones - main lines in use: 1.043 million (2007) Telephones - mobile cellular: 198,300 (2007) Telephone system: general assessment: greater investment beginning in 1994 and the establishment of a new Ministry of Information Technology and Communications in 2000 has resulted in improvements in the system; wireless service is expensive and must be paid in convertible pesos which effectively limits mobile cellular subscribership domestic: national fiber-optic system under development; 95% of switches digitized by end of 2006; fixed telephone line density remains low, at less than 10 per 100 inhabitants; domestic cellular service expanding but remains at only about 2 per 100 persons international: country code - 53; fiber-optic cable laid to but not linked to US network; satellite earth station - 1 Intersputnik (Atlantic Ocean region) (2007) Radio broadcast stations: AM 169, FM 55, shortwave 1 (1998)
— from The 2008 CIA World Factbook by United States. Central Intelligence Agency

Then solemn silence again fell on the large, dim room.
— from The Three Cities Trilogy: Rome, Complete by Émile Zola

We reached Plum Creek, where Edwin Phelps is stationed, about dark, and after two long days' ride I was glad when bed time came.
— from The American Missionary — Volume 43, No. 07, July, 1889 by Various

590 His helmet, Trebuchet wrought it; the shield in distant Spain Was welded fair for the hero, King Kailet in that land doth reign, And strong were the rim and the centre—In Alexandria's city fair Was the costly pfellel woven that for surcoat and coat he ware.
— from Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2) by Wolfram, von Eschenbach, active 12th century

Gracefully the birdlike thing rose into the brilliant turquoise sky—that same sky which today so enchants the malihini—and as it tugged at the line, dipped, rose again and circled about, the thrill of it came down the cord to Maui's hands and his delight knew no bounds.
— from Legends of the Wailuku by Charlotte Hapai

The rider was John H. Winder, Commissary General of Prisoners, Baltimorean renegade and the malign genius to whose account should be charged the deaths of more gallant men than all the inquisitors of the world ever slew by the less dreadful rack and wheel.
— from Andersonville: A Story of Rebel Military Prisons by John McElroy