Presently she left the room as she had entered, dispirited and indisposed for talk.
— from The Emancipated by George Gissing

If you like you may try all of these recipes and still have enough dough left for a pan of biscuits.
— from Civic League Cook Book by North Dakota) Civic League (Williston

Fox stood forward again in the road, and strained his eyes down the lane; then stole a little way along it to where he could, or thought he could, see a longer stretch of it; then came back at a run, and stood snorting in the ruins once more.
— from Urith: A Tale of Dartmoor by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

Then about two o’clock, after Ruth had run half a score of times to the road and strained her eyes down the valley, returning each time somewhat ruffled in temper, up came Jim and his mother, not as we had supposed on Shanks’ mare, but, if you’ll believe me, in a bone-shaking rattletrap of a gig which, with a sorry quadruped to draw it, Jim had beguiled the trustful landlord of the “Hanging Gate” to lend him for that day only.
— from Miriam: A Tale of Pole Moor and the Greenfield Hills by D. F. E. Sykes

Lazare, too, in his corner of the trap, sat thinking of the past, and in his mind's eye saw his mother waiting to welcome him after each of his journeys along that road as she had ever done.
— from The Joy of Life [La joie de vivre] by Émile Zola