After that Vasili Andreevich neither saw, heard, nor felt anything more in this world.
— from Master and Man by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

It had come into my mind to carry off those two volumes, and never see him more.
— from Boswell's Life of Johnson Abridged and edited, with an introduction by Charles Grosvenor Osgood by James Boswell

There was that damp black smell of rocks covered with slimy vegetation, as near some huge waterfall where spray is ever rising.
— from Erewhon; Or, Over the Range by Samuel Butler

At the landing-stage was her great-aunt with her nuns, in black habits with white veils; and no sooner had Werburga descended from the boat than they struck up the Te Deum , and advanced, leading the way, singing, to their wooden church.
— from Virgin Saints and Martyrs by S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould

Half-way down to the village a new settler has appeared.
— from Growth of the Soil by Knut Hamsun

At a point elevated enough to show the various objects in the valley, and not so high as to diminish their importance, the stranger will instinctively halt.
— from The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth — Volume 6 (of 8) by William Wordsworth

“On the ground that she wore a thick veil, and never showed her face.”
— from Heart and Science: A Story of the Present Time by Wilkie Collins

They were listening to their first Gospel sermon and Peter said as the climax of his argument “to Him (that is Jesus) bear all the prophets witness that through His name every one that believeth on Him shall receive remission of sins” (R. V.), and no sooner had Peter spoken these words than they believed and “the Holy Ghost fell on them which heard the word.”
— from The Person and Work of The Holy Spirit by R. A. (Reuben Archer) Torrey

Their highest parts are covered with verdure, and nearly seventeen hundred different varieties of plants have been found on the range.
— from England, Picturesque and Descriptive: A Reminiscence of Foreign Travel by Joel Cook

CHAPTER V A NONDESCRIPT Scarcely had quiet fallen upon the house—it was half an hour after midnight—when at the front door sounded a discreet but resolute knocking.
— from The Town Traveller by George Gissing