From the cross roads at Chapeau Rouge a good view of the surrounding country was obtainable, which was of a very enclosed nature, the hedges being thick and high.
— from The Story of the Munsters at Etreux, Festubert, Rue du Bois and Hulloch by Jessie Louisa Moore Rickard

It is a gift from little Pippa, who will pray to the Virgin every night that her Prince may not be killed—unless——" He looked at the little mascot, which dangled above a couple of ribbons.
— from The Blower of Bubbles by Beverley Baxter

For two centuries the valley of the Loire had not been disturbed by the noise of arms, but Orléans, Coulmiers, Villepion, etc., now testify how the open heart of France has again bled and suffered.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 15, Nos. 85-90, April 1872-September 1872 A Monthly Magazine by Various

It's absolute ruination to their beastly old house; we'll put the chimneys on the very edge, not three hundred yards off, and our smoke'll be drifting over them half the time.
— from Plays : Fourth Series by John Galsworthy

It was very evident now that he was not alone in Paris—that he had acquaintances, at least; probably companions; and that one of them was dying.
— from A Prince to Order by Charles Stokes Wayne

Ralston held his head up very erect now, though he still kept pacing the floor.
— from A Little Girl in Old Washington by Amanda M. Douglas

Would everybody be expected to turn their houses into hospitals in case of village epidemics, now that he had established a precedent?
— from The Shuttle by Frances Hodgson Burnett

The driver had a chain with a list bottom, and, having had some practice in Charing Cross and Fleet Street, fingered his reins and flourished his maple whip through the village, evidently not thinking himself or his driving de la petite bière .
— from American Scenery, Vol. 1 (of 2) or, Land, lake, and river illustrations of transatlantic nature by Nathaniel Parker Willis

The driver had a chain with a list bottom, and having had some practice in Charing Cross and Fleet Street fingered his reins and flourished his maple whip through the village, evidently not thinking himself or his driving de la petite bière .
— from Forest, Rock, and Stream A series of twenty steel line-engravings by Nathaniel Parker Willis