Phrases with "were"

She had a letter in her hand; the seal and handwriting were Mr. Marston’s. The Evil Guest by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Ford Madox Ford These were what His Majesty’s regular officers of to-day were. No More Parades by Ford Madox Ford [1925]

Sinclair Lewis The big knuckles, which had been lumpy under the crackly skin, were padded again. Things by Sinclair Lewis

H.P. Lovecraf And the householders were troubled when they noticed that in all the village there was not a cat to be found. Fragments by H.P. Lovecraf

G. K. Chesterton They loved England and they loved Italy; yet they were the very reverse of cosmopolitans. Varied Types by G. K. Chesterton [1903]

Still with the same result: the contents were still colourless and tasteless, and dead as the rain in a beached fishing-boat. The Ebb-Tide by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

Absurd! Their clothes were soaken, their hair dank; their white faces, dimly discernible, were clammy and cold. What I Saw of Shiloh by Ambrose Bierce [1881]

Oscar Wilde The ivory horns were heaped with purple amethysts, and the horns of brass with chalcedonies and sards. A House of Pomegranates by Oscar Wilde

To that man so hopelessly crippled these dollars were an enormous opportunity. Because of the Dollars by Joseph Conrad [1915]

Mr Brand is aware from the lift man, who saw you, that you were on the spot directly before he smelt smoke. Moth and Rust by Mary Cholmondeley [1912]

Marjorie Bowen We were neither of us young, and we knew we couldn’t stand it for long, so we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, believe me, sir, thoroughly. Raw Material by Marjorie Bowen

Guy de Maupassant The faces already had brightened up; mouths opened to utter loud jokes, and eyes were laughing with knowing winks. Old Amable (Père Amable) by Guy de Maupassant [1886]

Arthur Conan Doyle He laughed until his ears were quite red. The Sign of Four by Arthur Conan Doyle [1890]

H.P. Lovecraft Many were of higher grade, and a very few were the skulls of supremely and sensitively developed types. The Rats in the Walls by H.P. Lovecraft [1923]

Sinclair Lewis They were neither jagged nor wadded. Speed by Sinclair Lewis

There were shrill protests from women — but his high form detached itself from the group and went off running. Tales of Unrest by Joseph Conrad [1898]

Henry James There were days and days, there were weeks sometimes, of vacancy. In the Cage by Henry James [1898]

Algernon Blackwood These were but isolated fragments of the Body that might express it. Sand by Algernon Blackwood [1912]

Andrew Lang He becomes indolent and uxorious, and Enid deplores his weakness, and awakes his suspicions, thus:- And one morning in the summer time they were upon their couch, and Geraint lay upon the edge of it. Alfred Tennyson by Andrew Lang

Lotze and Fechner were the sole original thinkers, and Fechner was not a professional philosopher at all. A Pluralistic Universe by William James [1909]

Sinclair Lewis But they were open grass, and they brought back the valleys and uplands of Vermont. His great arms were hungry for the strain of plowing, and he sighed and turned back to his shining new kit of tools. Land by Sinclair Lewis

Robert Louis Stevenson The miller and his wife were mightily astonished and even more pleased. Will O’ the Mill by Robert Louis Stevenson

Algernon Blackwood Then suddenly they were gone! And, once they were gone and the immediate wonder of their great presence had passed, fear came down upon me with a cold rush. The Willows by Algernon Blackwood [1907]

As we were turning out of the back-room, the meeting over, Mr. Freeman put his hand upon Jack, to detain him. Verena Fontaine’s Rebellion by Ellen Wood [1880]

There were queer characters in Alabama in those days, as you shall see. “Way Down in Alabam” by Ambrose Bierce [1903]

H. G. Wells And there, on the cliff edge, far above her against the bright pink of dawn, were two little shaggy round dark things, the heads of Eudena and Ugh-lomi, as they shouted derision at her. A Story of the Stone Age by H. G. Wells [1897]

Nathaniel Hawthorne This one small sin, if I were to aid in it, would add but a trifle to the sum of mine. Fanshawe by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1826]

Henry James There were reasons that made him by no means sure, yet he nevertheless answered “Tremendously”; which she took in as if it were all she had wished to prove. The Ambassadors by Henry James [1903]

Arthur Morrison They were mostly in the same handwriting, and all were unsigned. The Adventures of Martin Hewitt by Arthur Morrison

Thomas Carlyle Questions not very soluble at present, were even sages and heroes set to solve them, began everywhere with new emphasis to be asked. Latter-Day Pamphlets by Thomas Carlyle

D. H. Lawrence The sun was shining warmly for a moment, and he felt happy, though his finger-ends were bleeding a little from the ice. The Captain’s Doll by D. H. Lawrence

Gustave Flauber He was called Loulou. His body was green, his head blue, the tips of his wings were pink and his breast was golden. A Simple Soul by Gustave Flauber

Wilkie Collins A few of the persons who had been engaged in the search were seated near, watching him. The Dead Alive by Wilkie Collins [1874]

Algernon Blackwood He wondered for a moment whether bear tracks were like that. The Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood [1910]

It was on a Thursday. We were to have had four ducks for dinner, which the captain had bought at market the day before. A Day of Pleasure by Ellen Wood [1872]

Thomas Hardy Supposing he were to, would you encourage him?’ ‘To ME, mother?’ said Avice, with an inquiring laugh. The Well-Beloved by Thomas Hardy [1897]

William Black The labourers of the day were all retired to rest; the lights were out in every cottage; no sounds were heard but of the shrilling cock, and the deep-mouthed watch-dog at hollow distance. Goldsmith by William Black [1878]

Arthur Conan Doyle So ignorant, and thoughtless were they that they were lying alongside as the ship settled down in the water, and would infallibly have been swamped if the mate had not implored them to push off. A True Story of the Tragedy of “Flowery Land” by Arthur Conan Doyle

Virginia Woolf How explain the anger of the professors? Why were they angry? For when it came to analysing the impression left by these books there was always an element of heat. A room of one’s own by Virginia Woolf [1929]

Nathaniel Hawthorne Dripping with wet were they, like three drowned men at the resurrec — Ahem!” interrupted Hugh, recollecting that the comparison he meditated might not suit the doctor’s ideas of propriety. Fanshawe by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1826]

H. G. Wells But that, so far as one’s fellow wayfarers were concerned, would still be possible. A Modern Utopia by H. G. Wells [1905]

Rudyard Kipling But if I were as wise as all that I should never be here. The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling [1894]

It seems just as though it were telling me that instead of getting well it will be-be just the opposite. At Whitney Hall by Ellen Wood [1872]

Henry James He might choose to acknowledge his child, if she didn’t; there were promises and promises, and many people would consider they had been let off when circumstances were so altered. Georgina’s reasons by Henry James [1884]

H. G. Wells They must go to the Labour Company. So soon as the rent was a week overdue their few remaining possessions were seized, and with scant courtesy they were shown the way out of the hotel. A Story of the Days To Come by H. G. Wells [1897]

Algernon Blackwood There were thus two loves, one unrecognized till afterwards, the other realized at the time. The Garden of Survival by Algernon Blackwood [1918]

Now, say all decent logicians, from a universal to a particular valet consequentia, all scissors were bad: ergo, some scissors were bad. The Spanish Nun by Thomas De Quincey [1847]

Robert Louis Stevenson Our fathers, when they were upon some great enterprise, would sacrifice a life; building, it may be, a favourite slave into the foundations of their palace. Memories and Portraits by Robert Louis Stevenson

Guy de Maupassan The ass, feeling itself free, was trying to get a little of the tall grass, but it was so exhausted that it swayed on its legs as if it were about to fall. The Donkey by Guy de Maupassan

Oscar Wilde I have got heaps of old clothes at home—do you think he would care for any of them? Why, his rags were falling to bits. The Model Millionaire by Oscar Wilde [1887]

Guy de Maupassan They were both of them drunk, quite drunk, little Baroness Andrée de la Fraisières and little Countess Noemi de Gardens. They had been dining alone together, in the large room which faced the sea. Joseph by Guy de Maupassan

Henry James Under what illusion had he laboured, with what wavering, treacherous compass had he steered? His honour was inviolable, his measurements were all wrong. The Next Time by Henry James [1895]

D. H. Lawrence Their black hair was somewhat untidy, the long rolled plaits on their shoulders were soiled. The Princess by D. H. Lawrence [1925]

Some were successful tragedies, others were pieces of criticism, others were historical essays, others were frivolous short stories, or vers de société. Landmarks in Literature--French by Lytton Strachey

G. K. Chesterton The years from 1885 to 1898 were like the hours of afternoon in a rich house with large rooms; the hours before tea-time. George Bernard Shaw by G. K. Chesterton [1909]

Charles Kingsley There were letters waiting for them at our house; and no sooner read, but they leaped up, and would forth. Two Years Ago by Charles Kingsley

Charles Dickens Certain evenings in the week were set apart which he was privileged to spend with Marguerite — always, however, in the presence of a third person. No Thoroughfare by Charles Dickens [1867]

These, spoken aside to me, were the parting words of the chief physician, who advised me to take him further south without delay. An Engineer’s Story by Amelia B. Edwards

Jonathan Swif There was Sir Thomas Mansel, Prior, George Granville, and Mr. Caesar,3 and we were very merry. The Journal to Stella by Jonathan Swif

Thomas Hardy She would gladly marry Ned now if he were to ask her again, and be a tender little wife to him till her life’s end. The Fiddler of the Reels by Thomas Hardy [1893]

George Gissing In spite of the risk Polly still struggled—two stair-railings were wrenched away on the first flight. The Town Traveller by George Gissing [1897]

Arthur Conan Doyle Charles Westmacott had ceased to knock the tennis balls about, and was chatting with Clara Walker, while Ida and Harold Denver were still talking by the railing with little outbursts of laughter. Beyond the City by Arthur Conan Doyle [1892]

It seems you and Mr De Rivaz both left your cards on the table—why I can’t think—but it shows you were both there. Moth and Rust by Mary Cholmondeley [1912]

M. R. James Not altogether without success: but, when the two men were smoking alone later, Dunning became dull again. More Ghost Stories of an Antiquary by M. R. James

The old servants were all gradually dismissed, and new ones hired by Mademoiselle de Barras. There they dwelt, shunned by everybody, in a stricter and more desolate seclusion than ever. The Evil Guest by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

H. G. Wells Three that were hit when close upon the guns were clean shot through without being put out of action. The Land Ironclads by H. G. Wells [1903]

Nathaniel Hawthorne She did not, indeed, doubt that the letter was from her father’s hand; for every line and stroke, and even many of its phrases, were familiar to her. Fanshawe by Nathaniel Hawthorne [1826]

Guy de Maupassant Meanwhile, however, Monsieur Hamot had seized the ruffian by the throat, and they were rolling on the ground together, amidst a scene of indescribable confusion, and the ceremony was interrupted. Madame Baptiste by Guy de Maupassant [1882]

E. F. Benson From below, at first came the sound of music, for they were dancing to-night, but I grew absorbed in my work, and only recorded the fact that after a time there was no more music. The Other Bed by E. F. Benson

Arthur Conan Doyle We were never able to discover where he had obtained the weapon with which he had committed his crimes, nor how he managed to secrete it in the interval. A Pastoral Horror by Arthur Conan Doyle

George Elio Her long fair neck seemed to be struggling with a painful effort; her features were pallid and pinched, and her eyes were closed. The Sad Fortunes of the Reverend Amos Barton by George Elio

Henry James If I were her father I should insist upon his marrying her; but it appears to be thought there is no urgency. The Europeans by Henry James [1878]

D. H. Lawrence They were evidently cut down from a man’s clothes. The Odour of Chrysanthemums by D. H. Lawrence

Henry Fielding As he went along, he began to discourse very learnedly, and told me the Flesh and the Spirit were too distinct Matters, which had not the least relation to each other. An Apology for the Life of Mrs. Shamela Andrews by Henry Fielding

Travels. And nothing could equal the yearning impatience expressed for the coming of spring and summer, not so much for their own peculiar attractions, as because they were the seasons for travelling. The Last Days of Immanuel Kant by Thomas De Quincey [1827]

I was left alone in the flat; both Astafy and Agrafena were out on business of their own. An Honest Thief by Fyodor Dostoyevsky [1848]

M. R. James There were thirty-eight; and, just as I finished going through them, my eye fell on a scratching made with a sharp point on the edge of the border. Ghost Stories of an Antiquary by M. R. James

George Elio I travelled in Italy with Sir John when we were first married, and we went to Venice, where they go about in gondolas, you know. Mr. Gilfil’s Love Story by George Elio

And then he thought to ask what were the four things the four grey old women were holding like great treasures, but he could not think of the right words to bring out. Stories of Red Hanrahan by William Butler Yeats [1905]

Henry James It was through this beautiful lucidity that he watched her watch him, as it were — watch him for what he would do. The Bench of Desolation by Henry James [1909]

Long afterwards the news came that all the donkeys were dead. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad [1899]

Guy de Maupassant My companion said to me: “Is it here, too, that all our bandits have taken refuge?” Ere long we were at the further end of this chasm so wild, so inconceivably beautiful. The Corsican Bandit by Guy de Maupassant [1882]

Henry James They were to go together after dinner to a couple of balls; a diversion which struck her as ghastly for people who carried such horrors in their breasts. A London Life by Henry James [1888]

Mr. Sterling paid her five shillings a week; and Mr. Brandon and the Squire helped her on the quiet, and there were others also. Major Parrifer by Ellen Wood [1868]

Edith Wharton Yes, but in ten minutes more he would be mounting his own doorstep; and there were May, and habit, and honour, and all the old decencies that he and his people had always believed in . The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton [1920]

Glasses were produced, and Morris filled them with hospitable grace. The Wrong Box by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

Edith Wharton After all, why should I tell Grace Bridgeworth — ever? I had had a glimpse of things that were really no business of hers. Here and Beyond by Edith Wharton [1926]

Jacques Futrelle There were two handkerchiefs now—they were identical. Elusive Isabel by Jacques Futrelle [1909]

Good Lord! to think we should have been such ignorant fools as to leave him by himself! — as not have sent for Featherstone!” We were down again in a moment. Wolfe Barrington’s Taming by Ellen Wood [1870]

Guy de Maupassan Sharp words even were exchanged apropos of the merest trifles. Boule de Suif by Guy de Maupassan

Henry James There were impulses of various kinds, alternately soft and severe, to which she was constitutionally accessible and which were determined by the smallest accidents. In the Cage by Henry James [1898]

Guy de Maupassant It was a nervous accident to the optical apparatus, nothing more; the eyes were rather congested, perhaps. He? (Lui?) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

F. Scott Fitzgerald When you got out to the back lot you were sore as hell because your suit didn’t fit. The Pat Hobby Stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1941]

William Makepeace Thackeray While the actors and fiddlers were going on, most of the spirits-of-wine lamps on altars went out. The Second Funeral of Napoleon by William Makepeace Thackeray [1841]

It would be so dreadful a thing for Lucy Bird if it were to get known. The Other Earring by Ellen Wood [1874]

G. K. Chesterton They were at utterly opposite poles. The Victorian Age in Literature by G. K. Chesterton [1913]

Now as they met hers they were fixed, unflinching in their tearless, enduring agony, like those of a man under the surgeon’s knife. The Pitfall by Mary Cholmondeley [1912]

Mark Twain Then the chief of the men of Lothian fell, pierced by an arrow, and all his followers were put to flight. What is Man? and other essays by Mark Twain

In Russia the capitalists were destroyed first and the workers were crushed later. James Burnham and the Managerial Revolution by George Orwell [1946]

Kenneth Grahame They were up and alert and ready, evidently, whoever they were! And he — he was alone, and unarmed, and far from any help; and the night was closing in. The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame

He had occupations heaped upon him – for rich, disengaged, and willing, every body demanded his aid; and such were the enthusiasm and generosity of his nature, that no one applied in vain. Three Hundred Years Hence by Mary Griffith

Such were portions of mummy, of human blood, and of moss from the skull of a thief hung in chains. Homeopathy and its Kindred Delusions by Oliver Wendell Holmes [1842]

Robert fell into a deep sleep, from which it was impossible to arouse him all night: as to writing, his hands were as if dead. Robert Ashton’s Wedding-day by Ellen Wood [1870]

It was the servant who made the purchases, and this by means of gestures which were often strangely significant. The Circular Study by Anna Katharine Green

D. H. Lawrence And the coffin was the rough wood-box in which the bits of chopped wood were kept in the kitchen, by the fire. The Fox by D. H. Lawrence

Ford Madox Ford The one and the other were not fitted to endure long strains. Last Post by Ford Madox Ford [1928]

Percy Bysshe Shelley Her heart beat high with transport; and, as they entered the castella, the swelling emotions of her bosom were too tumultuous for utterance. Zastrozzi by Percy Bysshe Shelley [1810]

Arthur Conan Doyle But now we were to see the terrific end of its career. The Poison Belt by Arthur Conan Doyle [1913]

Elizabeth Gaskell Dead. He and Lefebvre were at last caught; hunted down by the Baron de Rœder in some of their crimes. The Grey Woman by Elizabeth Gaskell [1861]

Arthur Conan Doyle At the same time there would be, no doubt, no objection to any small committee of inquiry verifying the facts for themselves if this anonymity were respected. The Coming of the Fairies by Arthur Conan Doyle [1922]

The constitutional functions of Parliament were narrow; and they were narrowed still more severely by the jealousy of the executive government. A Brief Appraisal of the Greek Literature in its Foremost Pretensions by Thomas De Quincey [1838]

George Meredith Her dimpled cushion features, and very intent eyes gazing out of the knolls and dingles, were given without caricature. Celt and Saxon by George Meredith [1910]

G. K. Chesterton But the Danes were wild with laughter, And the great spear swung wide, The point stuck to a straggling tree, And either host cried suddenly, As Alfred leapt aside. The Ballad of the White Horse by G. K. Chesterton [1911]

Henry James Not that he swaggered, for his allusions were very quietly and casually made; but they were all too dangerous experiments and close shaves. The Liar by Henry James [1888]

They were equally beautiful, and the fame of their comeliness had gone widely abroad. The Fiend’s Delight by Ambrose Bierce [1873]

Ralph Waldo Emerson If I were to give the liberty of the press, my power could not last three days. Representative Men by Ralph Waldo Emerson [1850]

Edith Wharton His enthusiasms and his disdains were alike too unqualified for that happy mean of character which is the best defence against the surprises of fortune. Sanctuary by Edith Wharton [1903]

It was as we were coming away from the grave after the funeral. A Tragedy by Ellen Wood [1886]

W. W. Jacobs After that they were all busy taking in the cargo, Captain Gething, in shirt and trousers, insisting upon lending a hand. The Skipper’s Wooing by W. W. Jacobs [1897]

Rafael Sabatini He pierced a hole, and, applying his eye to it, verified with joy that his calculations were correct, and that the room immediately below was indeed the Council Chamber of the palace. Casanova’s Alibi by Rafael Sabatini

Guy de Maupassan When we got outside she faltered: “‘I feel as if I were going to be ill. Tombstones by Guy de Maupassan

Algernon Blackwood The feeling of disquietude did not pass, however, and I crawled quietly out of the tent to see if our belongings were safe. The Willows by Algernon Blackwood [1907]

Elizabeth Gaskell Their voices, their ways were all so pleasant and familiar to me, after the constraint in which I had been living. The Grey Woman by Elizabeth Gaskell [1861]

They were salt gatherers and earned a scanty livelihood by working the adjacent salt marshes. The Death of Olivier Becaille by Émile Zola

Henry James There were plenty of people to help, but of course the young lady who should go down as governess would be in supreme authority. The Turn of the Screw by Henry James [1898]

H. G. Wells He was the oldest man in the tribe, beetle-browed, prognathous, lank-armed; he had a beard and his cheeks were hairy, and his chest and arms were black with thick hair. A Story of the Stone Age by H. G. Wells [1897]

To get it on board a train and drop it out, or on the top of an omnibus and drop it off, were equally out of the question. The Wrong Box by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

But from the hour Brook stepped ashore, we were unable to trace anything certain about him. A Mystery by Ellen Wood [1882]

Guy de Maupassan People were there already in their Sunday clothes, startling toilettes, gaudy ribbons and bright scarlet designs. A Recollection by Guy de Maupassan

D. H. Lawrence But Phoenix only stood there, as it were behind a cover of his own will, and looked back at Rico with a faint smile on his face and the glint moving in his eyes. St Mawr by D. H. Lawrence

The oldest sea-beds preserved to us are sands, and mud, and pebbles, the wear and tear of rocks which were formed in still older oceans. On a Piece of Chalk by Thomas Henry Huxley

You were very much overcome by the long journey here, and I am afraid the subsequent excitement of seeing your kind friends has been too much for you. The Box with the Iron Clamps by Florence Marrya

And now they were to be rudely torn up; at a word all her joy, all her heaven was to come to an end. An Engagement by Ella D'Arcy [1896]

D. H. Lawrence The fowls were scuffling and crawking, the ducks were quark-quarking, the pony had stamped wildly to his feet. The Fox by D. H. Lawrence

Rhythmus, or pomp of cadence, or sonorous ascent of clauses, in the structure of sentences, were effects of art as much thrown away upon him as the voice of the charmer upon the deaf adder. Charles Lamb by Thomas De Quincey

The civil wars of France lasted longer, were more cruel, and productive of greater evils than those of England; but none of these civil wars had a wise and prudent liberty for their object. Letters on England by Voltaire [1734]

Six vermilion sconces, each containing two candles, were fixed at even intervals to the wall, for the purpose of lighting the divan. Honore de Balzac by Albert Keim and Louis Lumet [1914]

Benjamin Disraeli At last the movement was effected, and the army reached Antioch, where the cholera broke out in its ranks, and where eight days were lost. Eastern Sketches by Benjamin Disraeli

It were better for my lady to go to God in the fire than to meet all Hell in his arms. Basilissa by John Buchan [1914]

Robert Louis Stevenson In the face of these changes, it were impious to doubt fortune’s kindness. The Misadventures of John Nicholson by Robert Louis Stevenson

Elizabeth Gaskell They were well known in the village, and were esteemed for the patient attention which they paid to the husband’s father, a paralytic old man. Disappearances by Elizabeth Gaskell [1851]

Robert Louis Stevenson Before I had fed Modestine and arranged my sack, three stars were already brightly shining, and the others were beginning dimly to appear. Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes by Robert Louis Stevenson

Arthur Conan Doyle There were the marks of the horse’s hoofs, too, the outline of one of which was far more clearly cut than that of the other three, showing that that was a new shoe. A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle [1887]

Colonna was short, heavy and vigorous; his hair and beard were red, short, and curled. The Corsican Brothers by Alexandre Dumas [1844]

These Russians were intolerable. Nightmare! by Francis Stevens

Guy de Maupassant Think of it! And at every one of his visits his body, his eye, his movements, his voice his laugh, were no longer the same, were no longer mine. A Humble Drama (Humble Drame) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

Sharp at eight we were waiting on the wharf where the Messagerie boats lie, and wondering what the deuce was going to happen. The Treasure of Sacramento Nick by Guy Boothby

Edgar Wallace It was so much part of the flame of the corona that it seemed as though it were a spark thrown out by one of those gigantic irruptions of ignited gas that flame up from the sun’s surface. Planetoid 127 by Edgar Wallace [1927]

Robert Louis Stevenson The dead themselves were with him, not merely taking part in this thin show of memory that defiled before his brain, but revisiting his bodily senses as they do in profound and vivid dreams. Will O’ the Mill by Robert Louis Stevenson

Wilkie Collins In the house, the women-servants were laughing over some jest or story that cheered them at their work. The Frozen Deep by Wilkie Collins [1874]

Robert Louis Stevenson We were hard upon the monastery. Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes by Robert Louis Stevenson

But I found there were less means than I had supposed, and though the cooking remained excellent, flowers and new chintzes were dispensed with as unnecessary. St. Luke's Summer by Mary Cholmondeley [1908]

They were happy people, and I like happiness. Fullcircle by John Buchan [1920]

Wilkie Collins His own interests were of no sort of importance to him; he seemed to be but little affected even by the distress of his wife and family; his one over-whelming anxiety was for the prisoner. Love's Random Shot by Wilkie Collins [1884]

Jack London In the front of the crowd were several Eldorado and Bonanza kings from the Upper Yukon, and beside them, on crutches, swollen with scurvy, were two broken prospectors. Lost Face by Jack London

Edmund Burke And I have heard some ladies remark, that after having worked a long time upon a ground of black, their eyes were so pained and weakened, they could hardly see. On the Sublime and Beautiful by Edmund Burke [1757]

Charles Dickens He breathed like a heavy snorer, and his voice in speaking came thickly forth, as if it were oppressed and stifled by feather-beds. Master Humphrey’s Clock by Charles Dickens [1840]

Ivan Turgenev Tell me, were you a great friend of Ippolit Sidorovitch, my husband?’ ‘We were educated at the same school. The Torrents of Spring by Ivan Turgenev [1872]

H. G. Wells They were like excited ganglia in a larger brain sending their impulses to and fro. The New World Order by H. G. Wells

David Hume The NERI and BIANCHI of Florence, the FREGOSI and ADORNI of Genoa, the COLONNESI and ORSINI of modern Rome, were parties of this kind. Of Parties in general by David Hume

Jean-Jacques Rousseau As soon as the emperors were Christian, this emulation no longer existed, and, when the Cross had driven out the eagle, Roman valour wholly disappeared. The Social Contract by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Nikolai Gogol Arrangements were made by the police to catch the corpse, alive or dead, at any cost, and punish him as an example to others in the most severe manner. The Cloak by Nikolai Gogol

Guy de Maupassant They came nearer and grew larger, and if only faces were recognized, the vociferations broke out anew. Paul’s Mistress (La Femme de Paul) by Guy de Maupassant [1881]

We were on the wrong side of the road. The Vision of Sudden Death by Thomas de Quincey

William Makepeace Thackeray The lad’s face gave one pain to look at; it was impossible not to see that his hours were numbered. The History of Samuel Titmarsh and the Great Hoggarty Diamond by William Makepeace Thackeray

He never would allow that we were equally guilty. The Romance of His Life by Mary Cholmondeley [1921]

H.P. Lovecraft The borders of the space were entirely of brick, and there seemed little doubt but that he could shortly chisel away enough to allow his body to pass. In the Vault by H.P. Lovecraft [1925]

Edith Wharton The signs of his liking were manifest enough; but it was hard to guess how much they meant, because his manner was so different from anything North Dormer had ever shown her. Summer by Edith Wharton [1917]

Maria Edgeworth Archibald and his mother, Lady Catherine Mackenzie, were relations to Mrs. Campbell, and they were now upon a visit at her house. Forester by Maria Edgeworth

Alphonse Daudet Here was a cluster of men shouting with rage: it was a spinning-jenny game, set on a corn-measure, and Kabyles were ready to cut one another’s throats over it. Tartarin of Tarascon by Alphonse Daudet [1872]

Stephen Lucius Gwynn The work might perhaps have been better done by a man less fully occupied, but the purpose for which the Memoirs were written could not have been more fully served. Thomas Moore by Stephen Lucius Gwynn [1905]

The time, the place, the cold, his fatigue, were now of less account; there was a job that simply had to be done, and the more conventional part of him was uppermost and preparing to do it. Lost Horizon by James Hilton

He would be sure to come to us if he were in London.” “How should he know where we are?” dissented Coralie. “For all he can tell, Vera, we may be in the moon. Verena Fontaine’s Rebellion by Ellen Wood [1880]

Anatole France The genie however came on shore, and brought the glass case to the tree where the two princes were hiding. At the Sign of the Reine Pédauque by Anatole France

Jack London Oh, yes, and there were three of our fellows they’d got that we had to bury mighty quick. The Red One by Jack London [1918]

Thomas Hardy Her father was asleep in the settle, the milkmen and maids were gone home to their cottages, and the clock showed a quarter to eight. The Romantic Adventures of a Milkmaid by Thomas Hardy

Lucy glided behind the tree we were passing, which in a degree served to hide her. The Other Earring by Ellen Wood [1874]

Ivan Turgenev A gust of wind shivered restlessly in the dark trees, and somewhere, far away on the horizon, muffled thunder angrily muttered as it were to itself. First Love by Ivan Turgenev

But charming as were these ladies, there was still a better sight in store for the visitor:—       There saw I St. John, sweet of mien. The Life and Letters of John Gay by Lewis Melville

Elizabeth Von Arnim The room had not much in it, or it would have been untidier; it looked neglected and gloomy, and some dirty plates, suggestive of long-past dinners, were piled on the table. The Solitary Summer by Elizabeth Von Arnim [1899]

Being close on the Michaelmas holidays, Tod and I were with them. Our Strike by Ellen Wood [1871]

But it seemed as if it were already too late; and the invalid herself opposed the project with gentle obstinacy. Prince Roman by Joseph Conrad [1911]

They were evidently making for the hollow way. A Service of Danger by Amelia B. Edwards

When you shall drag him to justice, laughing as if his cheeks were none of his own; he will be transformed into a boar, sometimes into a bird, sometimes into a stone, and when he pleases Into a tree. The Works of Horace by translated literally into English prose by Christopher Smar

Robert Louis Stevenson At least, it was very welcome to the hot and weary squatters; and if we were not abed already, the springing up of this lilliputian valley-wind would often be our signal to retire. The Silverado Squatters by Robert Louis Stevenson

He had even proposed dining at the table-d’hôte, while they were on their Scotch travels, but this idea Mrs. Winstanley rejected with horror. Vixen by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1879]

Arthur Conan Doyle I vell remember in the great krieg — the war with Austria — we had made a mine and were about to fire it. The Firm of Girdlestone by Arthur Conan Doyle [1890]

Gustave Flauber They were trained to gallop rapidly, following the arrow of the rider, and dash into the midst of a group of the enemy, overturning men and biting them savagely as they fell. Herodias by Gustave Flauber

Rudyard Kipling These were men who intended to own themselves, in obedience to some dream, teaching, or word which had come to them. A Book of Words by Rudyard Kipling [1928]

He felt as if it were a quarter of an hour since he had looked at it; very well, making just allowance for his state of impatience, he would expect the actual time to be five minutes. Et in Sempiternum Pereant by Charles Williams

Arnold Bennett And I would take it, too, did I not feel that you were a very clever and exceptional man; did I not have a sort of sneaking admiration for your detestable skill and ingenuity. The Grand Babylon Hotel by Arnold Bennett [1902]

They were familiar with the rolls of papyrus inscribed in the hieroglyphic and the hieratic character, for copies of several had been published,1 but the texts in them were short and fragmentary. The Book of the Dead by E. A. Wallis Budge

Robert Green Ingersoll Gods were made so easily, and the raw material cost so little, that generally the god market was fairly glutted, and heaven crammed with these phantoms. The Gods by Robert Green Ingersoll

H. G. Wells Feeling tired — my feet, in particular, were very sore — I carefully lowered Weena from my shoulder as I halted, and sat down upon the turf. The Time Machine by H. G. Wells [1896]

I hurried away to see Kraft. His satanic eyes were the same, his hair was worse tangled, but his clothes had been made by a tailor. The Four Million by O. Henry [1906]

Thomas Love Peacock The ferrymen of the Menai were at their stations before daybreak, taking a double allowance of rum and cwrw to strengthen them for the fatigues of the day. Headlong Hall by Thomas Love Peacock

Henry James Winch knew by this time quite easily enough that he was hanging fire; which meant that they were suddenly facing each other across the wide space with a new consciousness. A Round of Visits by Henry James [1910]

Andrew Lang But the women of the mediaeval Cours d’Amour (the originals from whom the old romancers drew) were nothing if not casuists. Alfred Tennyson by Andrew Lang

Guy de Maupassant These little deformities were made by the corset. A Mother of Monsters (A Strange Traffic) (La Mere aux Monstres) by Guy de Maupassant [1883]

Oscar Wilde They were used as motives for the production of a new art, which was to be not beautiful merely, but also strange. Intentions by Oscar Wilde [1891]