Phrases with "where"

Gaston Leroux Men rushed from the wings to the spot where Christine had been singing that very instant. The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux [1910]

Far down, I remember, where the trees began, there was a cloud of smoke. Prester John by John Buchan

G. K. Chesterton It happened that Mr. Pond himself had been present at a little party where there was high debate about the murder as a mystery. The Paradoxes of Mr. Pond by G. K. Chesterton [1936]

Wilkie Collins The virtue which will not stretch a little, where the motive is good, is feeble virtue indeed. The Legacy of Cain by Wilkie Collins [1889]

Many were content to return again and again to those passages where the beauty of nature is depicted in stanzas of wonderful felicity. Victorian Worthies by George Henry Blore

E. F. Benson On one winter evening there sprang up such a gale as was never before known, which broke in the windows of the room where he had supped, and extinguished the lamps. Negotium Perambulans by E. F. Benson

George Gissing Skilful in judging men, she had not the same insight where her own sex was concerned, and in the case of Cecily she was misled, or rather misled herself, with curious persistence. The Emancipated by George Gissing [1889]

Arthur Conan Doyle And now I come to the point where I met with such sudden and desperate disaster. Tales of Terror and Mystery by Arthur Conan Doyle [1923]

Arthur Conan Doyle So excited and alarmed was he that I was compelled to go down to the spot where the animal had been and look around for it. The Hound of the Baskervilles by Arthur Conan Doyle [1902]

Sinclair Lewis Lucius explained, “I was born in Minnesota, in Long Prairie, and my father before me, near Marine Mills, where my grandfather settled. Cass Timberlane by Sinclair Lewis

H. G. Wells And each house had its own kitchen where food was cooked — there was no public eating-place in Cherry Gardens — and each, its separate store of household gear. The Dream by H. G. Wells [1924]

Its colour varied from light fawn, where the highest levels had dried in the wind, to brown or deep violet, where it was still wet, and slate-grey where patches of mud soiled its clean bosom. The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers [1903]

Rudyard Kipling Suffice it we ’ave finished — Domino!  As we can testify, for we are there, In the side-world where “wilful-missings” go. The Five Nations by Rudyard Kipling [1903]

D. H. Lawrence He pined to be where he didn’t belong . Lady Chatterley’s Lover by D. H. Lawrence

Daniel Defoe History is fruitful of particulars, whether invention has supplied them or not, I will not say, where the Devil is brought upon the stage in plain and undeniable apparition. The History of the Devil by Daniel Defoe

Thus to my utmost need chance, spitefuller injury dealing, Grudges an ear, where yet might lamentation have entry. Poems and Fragments by Catullus

From the way he stared about him one could have seen that he had not the faintest notion of where (nor why) he was. Can Such Things Be? by Ambrose Bierce [1893]

They tramped along misty roads where there was no illumination save the cracks of cottage windows and the yellow beam of an occasional car. Keep the Aspidistra Flying by George Orwell

John Galsworthy Nothing that was safe and quiet, where you called your soul your own and thought of Constable and Mason and Walker. His car bumped something slightly, and came to a stand. The Silver Spoon by John Galsworthy

You can play as heavily as you like where I’ll take you to. The Dark Mill Stream by Arthur Gask [1947]

Her husband’s family had formerly been American royalists, refugees in England, where they had lived poor and forgotten. Lodore by Mary Shelley

Wilkie Collins Look where we will, the inevitable law of revelation is one of the laws of nature: the lasting preservation of a secret is a miracle which the world has never yet seen. No Name by Wilkie Collins [1862]

E. F. Benson I can easily imagine such a deed so eating into the material scene, the room or the haunted heath, where it happens, that its mark lasts an enormous time. The Other Bed by E. F. Benson

Rudyard Kipling The wonder is how it ever got into this maze of narrow streets, where nobody seems to be moving, and where the dull throbbing of the city’s life only comes faintly and by snatches. City of Dreadful Night by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

The girl guided them to a dry hollow where an arch of rock made a kind of roof and where a yard off a spring bubbled among the stones. Witch Wood by John Buchan [1927]

Arthur Morrison Having done the latter, my work was at an end, but I left it where Plummer will be able to finish the job handsomely. The Chronicles of Martin Hewitt by Arthur Morrison

M. R. James It lies on the step, you know, where — where we put it. Ghost Stories of an Antiquary by M. R. James

He supposed, however, that a romantic love-story, where a poor American girl marries an English lord, formed a refuge for them from the real world which promised them so little and held them so cheap. A Traveler from Altruria by William Dean Howells

Robert Louis Stevenson Presently the news got about; and the two lads and the first King were called into the presence of the King who was a priest, where he sat upon the high seat. Fables by Robert Louis Stevenson

Presently he was on the Hill of Deer, where the long stacks of peats were drying so well that every breath of air sent up from them a fine flurry of dust. Witch Wood by John Buchan [1927]

William Makepeace Thackeray He will know where to apply praise and wit properly; he will have the tact only acquired in good society, and know where a joke is in place, and how far a compliment may go. The Fitz-Boodle Papers by William Makepeace Thackeray [1842-43]

Virginia Woolf Somewhere up there above the pinnacles where the smoke rose in a pointed hill, her children were now asking for her, and getting a soothing reply. The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf [1915]

Marjorie Bowen A carpet, the work of two men’s lives, delicate in purple, brown, and gold, spread across the centre, where long low tables of walnut wood, rich and dark, could seat two hundred guests. The Viper of Milan by Marjorie Bowen [1906]

The conditions, as a whole, were in fact incapable of being realized; where two or three were attained, three or two failed. The Orphan Heiress by Thomas De Quincey [1835]

No other means of transit could have landed her at the place where Durwin had met with his death. The Mystery Queen by Fergus Hume

Maria Edgeworth My mother, after a decent interval, asked me if it were possible to move to some place where they could have more air, as the crowd was increasing. Harrington by Maria Edgeworth

These flowers I for that purpose chose,100 But where I misse amend me. Muses Elizium by Michael Drayton [1630]

Andrew Lang Mr. Alfred Wallace bought a pair of these pipes, but he had to embark them at a distance from the village where they were procured. Custom and Myth by Andrew Lang

I thanked him; I had just been thinking of asking him to do that very thing, as in a couple of days, as he knew, we were going to sea, where all our troubles of every sort would be over at last. The Shadow Line by Joseph Conrad [1917]

H.P. Lovecraft For the aeons that I dwelt there I wandered blissfully through gardens where quaint pagodas peep from pleasing clumps of bushes, and where the white walks are bordered with delicate blossoms. The White Ship by H.P. Lovecraft [1919]

George Gissing When Emily was sixteen, her father scarcely knew where to look for each day’s dinner. A Life's Morning by George Gissing [1885]

It is fair to mention here, that we owe a great deal to the art of minute injection, by which we are enabled to trace the smallest vessels in the midst of the tissues where they are distributed. Medical Essays by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Thomas Hardy Boney’s army never came, and a good job for me; for the Cove below my father’s house was where he meant to land, as this secret visit showed. Life’s Little Ironies by Thomas Hardy

Few pass that way now without having the cottage pointed out, as the place where the three merry comrades met that night. Robert Burns by John Campbell Shairp [1879]

Prayer at break of day was announced, when Carathis and Vathek ascended the steps which led to the summit of the tower, where they remained for some time, though the weather was lowering and wet. The History of the Caliph Vathek by William Beckford

Walter Scott It is well I have learned where they lodge. Quentin Durward by Walter Scott [1823]

George Meredith Furthermore, where he respected, he was a governed man, free of the common masculine craze to scale fortresses for the sake of lowering flags. Diana of the Crossways by George Meredith [1885]

First Eleanor goes out without leaving word where she’s gone; and then you go out without leaving word where you’re gone; and then you both stay away for hours, and hours, and hours. Eleanor's Victory by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1863]

F. Scott Fitzgerald Tom stopped beside the porch and looked up at the second floor, where two windows bloomed with light among the vines. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

E. F. Benson However, I had bought some in the village that afternoon, and it was in the bureau downstairs, where I had left it, when I came in and had subsequently forgotten to bring it upstairs. The Other Bed by E. F. Benson

Rafael Sabatini He was breathing heavily when he entered the kitchen, where the twain awaited him, and his face gleamed white in the gathering dusk. The Plague of Ghosts by Rafael Sabatini

Over the bridge from Worcester went we, up the New Road and through St. John’s, and then into the open country; past Lower Wick, where Mrs. Sherwood lived, and on to Powick across its bridge. A Day of Pleasure by Ellen Wood [1872]

Radclyffe Hall The poor little everyday tragedy of denuded walls enclosed Joan on all four sides; faded paper, bent nails, dirty streaks where pictures had hung. The Unlit Lamp by Radclyffe Hall

M. P. Shiel I answered that I would wait, and was led into a little salon, where I sat a long time, trying to keep my palms dry. The Lost Viol by M. P. Shiel [1905]

I— I don’t like it, Monsieur Darrel ——” “Bosh!” said I; “the poor wicked devil is where he can’t get out. The Mystery of Choice by Robert W. Chambers [1896]

I swam on the outermost rim of the great world, where nothing was but the sea and the sky and the salmon; where even the wind was silent, and the water was clear as clean grey rock. Irish Fairy Tales by James Stephens

Leslie Stephen Pope’s assertion is worthless in any case where he could exalt his own character for consistency at another man’s expense, but it is true that both parties were inclined to equivocate. Alexander Pope by Leslie Stephen [1880]

Arthur Conan Doyle Young Captain Sabbatier was in command, and when I asked him where were the five missing squadrons he pointed back and answered: “You will find them round one of those British squares. The Adventures of Gerard by Arthur Conan Doyle [1903]

Abraham Merri It’s like a dozen Marnes, a dozen Verduns. But where could batteries like those come from?” “Drums,” whispered Ventnor. “They ARE drums. The Metal Monster by Abraham Merri

Lucy Maud Montgomery When Anne had bad dreams she found herself staring miserably at pass lists of the Entrance exams, where Gilbert Blythe’s name was blazoned at the top and in which hers did not appear at all. Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery [1908]

Kate Chopin Somewheres in Louisiana.” “It’s to be hoped in New Orleans,” spoke Belle didactically, “that’s the only decent place in Louisiana where a person could live. At Fault by Kate Chopin

In the place where I stayed there was a girl. Huntingtower by John Buchan [1922]

Rudyard Kipling It was made up in Town, where there is nothing but machinery and asphalt and building — all shut in by the fog. Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling [1888]

Ivan Turgenev My father was completely taken aback and did not know what to offer to his dear guest and where to make him sit. The Watch by Ivan Turgenev

Rudyard Kipling In the old days, before the railway ran into the city, all the business quarters fringed the lake-shore where the traffic was largest. American Notes by Rudyard Kipling [1891]

Anna Katherine Green Anyone in the rooms opposite?” “Yes, the Curator. He’s in Room A, where there are a lot of engravings waiting to be hung. The Mystery of the Hasty Arrow by Anna Katherine Green

Henry James I gave up by going, decidedly, to the smoking-room, where several men had gathered and where Obert, a little apart from them, was in charmed communion with the bookshelves. The Sacred Fount by Henry James [1901]

George Meredith For a refuge, she turned into one of the city side streets, where she was quite alone. Sandra Belloni by George Meredith [1887]

Marjorie Bowen She could not think of Robert Morrison with equanimity even now, and the kind old lady patted her hand, where it rested on the arm of the hooded chair. Forget-me-not by Marjorie Bowen [1932]

George Meredith The letter Sir Purcell held contained these words: “Be kind, and meet me tomorrow at ten in the morning, at that place where you first saw me sitting. Sandra Belloni by George Meredith [1887]

Remotest of all was Oxford, where he had had a couple of years of donhood after the war, lecturing on Oriental history, breathing dust in sunny libraries, cruising down the High on a push bicycle. Lost Horizon by James Hilton

Willa Cather Niel had finished his letter and was beginning another, when Mr. Ogden stopped beside his desk, where he stood twisting his imperial tighter and tighter. A Lost Lady by Willa Cather [1923]

George Gissing The day before yesterday she was at a garden party at Lady Honeybourne’s, where they acted ‘As You Like It’ in the open air. Our Friend the Charlatan by George Gissing [1899]

Kate Chopin She walked across a deserted field, where the stubble bruised her tender feet, so delicately shod, and tore her thin gown to shreds. Short stories by Kate Chopin

I thought with sympathy of little Saint Teresa. This chapter is the tale that Peter told me — long after, sitting beside a stove in the hotel at Bergen, where we were waiting for our boat. Greenmantle by John Buchan

Gradually I made my way to the farther end of it, where there was but one window with many panes, each with a bull’s eye in it, and in the dirtiest Possible state. The Room in the Dragon Volant by J. Sheridan LeFanu

Richard Hakluyt The nexte towne is called Vraga, alias Var, where is moche golde and small store of victualls. A Discourse of Western Planting by Richard Hakluyt [1584]

Virginia Woolf She knelt one knee upon the sofa where Cassandra sat, looking down at her cousin’s face, which still moved with the speed of what she had been saying. Night and Day by Virginia Woolf [1919]

Jules Verne The Forward — where is it to be forwarded to? Besides, nobody knows who the captain is. The English at the North Pole by Jules Verne

Tattered flags hung where pious hands, red with infidel blood, had fastened them. Diana Tempest by Mary Cholmondeley [1893]

And God heard the voice of the lad; and the angel of God called to Hagar out of heaven, and said unto her, What aileth thee, Hagar? fear not, for God hath heard the voice of the lad where he is. The Doré Gallery of Bible Illustrations by Gustave Doré

E. Phillips Oppenheim In France, the little château where I was brought up was full of quaint, tiny rooms, and my guardian who lived there had not much money, so all the furniture was just Provençal, and homely. The Glenlitten Murder by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1929]

E. Phillips Oppenheim Fortunately, my experience at the tall house opposite the porter’s lodge, where Prince Ostrekoff’s bodyguard lodged—” He rose suddenly to his feet. The Ostrekoff Jewels by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1932]

Thomas Hardy Louis met him where the passage joined the hall. Two on a Tower by Thomas Hardy [1895]

If he had gone into the church Maulevrier could have helped him; but I daresay his ideas are too broad for the church; and he will have to starve at the bar, where nobody can help him. Phantom Fortune by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1883]

Andrew Lang He arranges the probable germs of the savage idea of a Supreme Being thus: A god of the polytheistic crowd is simply raised to the primacy, which, of course, cannot occur where there is no polytheism. The Making of Religion by Andrew Lang

I therefore took the book from my pocket, where I had fortunately kept it, and was on the point of opening its pages, when there came a ring at the door-bell below. The Mill Mystery by Anna Katharine Green

G. K. Chesterton This is where he differs from most who are called the Might-have-beens of literature. Appreciations and Criticisms of the Works of Charles Dickens by G. K. Chesterton [1911]

Jules Verne By swimming in a manner by which he had effectually concealed himself, he had reached the right bank, where he fell exhausted among the bushes. Michael Strogoff by Jules Verne [1876]

Presently we steamed into the harbour, and made our way to the Dogana, where our luggage was examined. My Strangest Case by Guy Boothby [1901]

Frances Hodgson Burnett No one ever knew when he would go out or come in or where he would choose to sleep or if he would roam about the garden or lie in the boat on the lake all night. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett [1911]

Edith Wharton It was the next day that one of my sisters asked me where I had been the evening before, and that I puffed out my chest to answer: “With Mrs. Hazeldean — at the opera. New Year’s Day by Edith Wharton

Most of the remnants survive on islands, such as Madagascar and the Malayan archipelago, where they have not been exposed to so severe a competition as they would have been on well-stocked continents. The Descent of Man by Charles Darwin

For this reason she was drawn to Hope, who possessed that aggressive artistic temperament, where good and bad, are in violent contrast. The Green Mummy by Fergus Hume

E. Phillips Oppenheim The story was to be a study of one man’s villainy—a man hidden in a quiet place like this where no one would think of looking for him. The Man Without Nerves by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1934]

Now the radius of curvature of the lens being known, the thickness of the plate of air, at any given point, or where any particular colour appeared, could be exactly determined. Life of Sir Isaac Newton by N. W. Chittenden [1846]

Florence Dixie Ah ! where were his good resolutions ? “Yes, I will make one of the party, little friend,” he said, “and we will have a happy day together. Redeemed in Blood by Florence Dixie [1889]

I know no more than you, ma’am, where Master Charles is,” said Mildred, with energy, relieved in the midst of her rosary of lies to find herself free to utter one undoubted truth. The Wyvern Mystery by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

Wilkie Collins I am engaged in writing a historical romance — indeed, it is principally to examine the localities in the country where my story is laid, that I have been abroad. Basil by Wilkie Collins [1852]

Thomas Love Peacock We see masters, where they saw representatives. Nightmare Abbey by Thomas Love Peacock

Gaston Leroux Thinking that his brother had run away with Christine Daae, Philippe had dashed in pursuit of him along the Brussels Road, where he knew that everything was prepared for the elopement. The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux [1910]

When I die, I shall go down through the sea to Kur’an’nup, where all my people will be waiting on the shore with meat food, my mother and my woman, my father, and my brothers. The Passing of the Aborigines by Daisy Bates [1938]

Henry James He had afterwards, expectant and restless, been, for another look, to the house-door, and then had fidgeted back into the hall, where her voice again caught him. Covering End by Henry James [1898]

John Galsworthy I want to get to where nothing and nobody remind me. Flowering Wilderness by John Galsworthy

Gulchenrouz died with me, and we were both brought into a region of desolation, where we are fed with a wretched diet. The History of the Caliph Vathek by William Beckford

Anatole France She went into the parlor, where she found Vivian Bell writing. The Red Lily by Anatole France [1894]

Rudyard Kipling So he went away to Madras, where he can do no great harm even if he lives to be a Colonel. Churton insisted upon The Man who Knew taking the Bisara of Pooree as a gift. Plain Tales from the Hills by Rudyard Kipling [1888]

George Gissing May I drink out of the jug, miss?’ ‘Stay where you are. The Nether World by George Gissing [1888]

H. G. Wells He was lying in a crumpled heap not fifty yards from where I had been shooting. The Passionate Friends by H. G. Wells [1913]

Louisa May Alcott Amy often looked wistfully across, longing to be there, where she felt at home and happy, instead of in a corner with nothing to do. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott [1868]

During the next ten days, he got hold of guests in the house where his sister lived in the Rue de la Goutte-d’Or — Monsieur Madinier, Mademoiselle Remanjou, Madame Gaudron and her husband. L’Assommoir by Émile Zola

After much shaking of scaly hands, we sculled back to the Dulcibella, where she slept in a bed of tremulous stars. The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers [1903]

H.P. Lovecraft Then I felt the icy blast from the east window where the moon had risen, and began to hear the shrieks in the castle far below me. The Moon-Bog by H.P. Lovecraft [1921]

Jules Verne Passepartout and he had now reached the shop, where Fix left his companion to make his purchases, after recommending him not to miss the steamer, and hurried back to the consulate. Around the World in 80 Days by Jules Verne [1873]

He has overtaken the fox that he followed so long, as he sprinted over a spinny to spy the rascal, where he heard the hounds that hastened fast after him. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight by translated by Kenneth G. T. Webster and W. A. Neilson

Rudyard Kipling Then back to the Mill bungalow for breakfast, where there was a gathering of five or six Englishmen — Canal Officers and Engineers. Here follows a digression. The Smith Administration by Rudyard Kipling [1899]

Edgar Rice Burroughs It was shortly after noon when they reached a ridge overlooking the beach where below them lay the tiny cottage which was Kerchak’s goal. Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs [1912]

George Meredith Through that door, and the hall, you will find a garden, where you will hear London as if it sounded fifty miles off. Sandra Belloni by George Meredith [1887]

E. Phillips Oppenheim This is where you are to be tested. The Glenlitten Murder by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1929]

Henry James I appeal to him so, yet he can’t quite place me where he’d have to have me. The Siege of London by Henry James [1883]

Maria Edgeworth There, she owned, she had for once been wrong — overruled by others — by her daughter, Lady Anne, who said the jewels could be more fashionably set at Manessa’s than any where else. Harrington by Maria Edgeworth

Henry Adams The private secretary was more passive than his father, for he knew not where to turn. The Education of Henry Adams by Henry Adams [1907]

What would it be to me, a woman, who never saw it? We should be imprisoned by it in this country, all, all alone, with no help; better die where we are. The Last Man by Mary Shelley

E. Phillips Oppenheim Washington might be the furnace, but impulse took him where the fuel lay. The Wrath to Come by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1924]

Henry James It had been impossible longer to remain blind to the fact that he was gaining no glory at Cambridge, where Brench’s own college had for a year tempered its tone to him as for Brench’s own sake. The Tree of Knowledge by Henry James [1900]

Edna St. Vincent Millay I asked my mother once — she said That if you followed where it led It brought you to the milk-man’s door. A Few Figs from Thistles by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Arthur Machen It was as if he were come to a place of torment, where they who could not drink longed for water, where they who could feel no warmth shuddered in the eternal cold. The Hill of Dreams by Arthur Machen [1907]

Arthur Morrison It was dark in the passage, but the door led into the yard, where it was light and open, and sparrows were twittering. A Child of the Jago by Arthur Morrison

Arthur Conan Doyle I kept all the keys and could go where I liked and do what I liked, so long as I did not disturb him in his privacy. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle [1892]

Arthur Conan Doyle Sheik Kadra smiled grimly and galloped back to the left, where his spearmen were streaming down into the gully. The Green Flag by Arthur Conan Doyle [1900]

These places have become the equivalent of the European café, where you may meet anybody and everybody. London in My Time by Thomas Burke

D. H. Lawrence The lark led me into one, where a red-cap was writing. Sea and Sardinia by D. H. Lawrence [1921]

Arthur Conan Doyle And now, after one hundred and fifty years, I do not know where we may find more satisfying types. Through the Magic Door by Arthur Conan Doyle [1907]

M. P. Shiel With an expression of malignity, and strange excited gestures, he led the way to a chamber on the upper stage, where having struck light to a vesta, he pointed to a spread table and left me. Shapes in the Fire by M. P. Shiel [1896]

And who would have to leave? At last Mrs. Dawson’s stay came to an end, and I drove her to the mail change eight miles away, where she was to catch the coach for home. The Race of Life by Guy Boothby [1906]

George Gissing Still conducted by the anchorets, they were taken to pass the night in a large house, where they had good entertainment, but saw only the female slaves who waited upon them. Veranilda by George Gissing [1903]

Wilkie Collins Will you tell them to bury me in some quiet place, away from London, where there are very few graves? And when you leave your directions, don’t say you are to be burnt. The Fallen Leaves by Wilkie Collins [1879]

Rudyard Kipling Then he attempted running off to the village where the priest had tried to drug the lama — the village where the old soldier lived. Kim by Rudyard Kipling [1901]

Arnold Bennett Big James led him through the market-place, where a few vegetable, tripe, and gingerbread stalls — relics of the day’s market — were still attracting customers in the twilight. Clayhanger by Arnold Bennett [1910]

Thomas Hardy In a second or two he stood beside the weir-hole where the water was at its deepest. The Mayor of Casterbridge by Thomas Hardy

William Makepeace Thackeray The next day my Lady Kicklebury walked over to the money-changers, where she changed a couple of circular notes. The Kickleburys on the Rhine by William Makepeace Thackeray [1851]

Mark Twain They will take Jean from this house tomorrow, and bear her to Elmira, New York, where lie those of us that have been released, but I shall not follow. What is Man? and other essays by Mark Twain

How can we do Him reverence if we do not know where He is?’ The question came in different forms from many throats. A Second Coming by Richard Marsh [1900]

Wilkie Collins Mechanically she obeyed; mechanically she looked down where his finger was pointing. After Dark by Wilkie Collins [1856]

Not one of the boys and girls, except Fred, cared to go alone by the door of the room where King lay. The Final Ending to it by Ellen Wood [1872]

Nellie Bly Together with the doctor I entered a span dark office, where there were several men. Ten Days in a Mad-House by Nellie Bly

Tobias Smolle Accordingly where be had made an end of his bottle and pipe, he rose, and moved with prelatical dignity to the door, where his journeyman stood ready with his nag. The Adventures of Roderick Random by Tobias Smolle

George Meredith To stop the mouth of a scandal-monger, he drove full speed to Cecil’s Club, where he heard that the captain had breakfasted and had just departed for Romfrey Castle. He followed to the station. Beauchamp's Career by George Meredith [1875]

George Gissing She was anxious to go to you immediately, and I told her where you lay. Demos by George Gissing [1886]

Virginia Woolf Then she rose, turned, and went into the house, where she sought her bedroom and locked the door. Orlando by Virginia Woolf [1928]

John Galsworthy I sometimes wish I could go where sheep and oxen are unknown, and there are no seasons. On Forsyte ’Change by John Galsworthy

Charles Dickens In the distance one way, Coketown showed as a black mist; in another distance hills began to rise; in a third, there was a faint change in the light of the horizon where it shone upon the far-off sea. Hard Times by Charles Dickens [1854]

Anthony Trollope He must confess not only to Florence — where his confession might probably have its reward — but he must confess also to Julia. This second confession would, indeed, be a hard task to him. The Claverings by Anthony Trollope

William Makepeace Thackeray Only three of the contingent of soldiers returned from the Battle of Waterloo, where they won much honor; the remainder was cut to pieces on that glorious day. The Fitz-Boodle Papers by William Makepeace Thackeray [1842-43]

Sinclair Lewis They darted on where the foam feathers below Point Carib and where, round that lone royal palm on the headland, the bright wind hums. Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis [1925]

It occurred to me then that Lilian avoided all high-roads, all places, even the humblest, where men congregated together. A Strange Story by Edward Bulwer-Lytton [1862]

There are other passages in the poem which have the air of being insititious in the place where they stand. Milton by Mark Pattison [1879]

At last we reached the garden gate, where we found a couple of black boys waiting to take our horses. The Race of Life by Guy Boothby [1906]

Virginia Woolf There were little sandy beaches where no one had been since the beginning of time. To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf [1927]

He dined the same evening with Isbel and her aunt, in the public room at the Hotel Gondy, where they were staying. The Haunted Woman by David Lindsay [1922]

Old pains keep on gnawing at your heart, old desires, old deceptions, old dreams, assailing you in the dead stillness of your present where nothing moves except the irrecoverable minutes of your life. Chance by Joseph Conrad [1913]

She said in a steady voice: “Between God and Erlik there is a black gulf where a million million stars hang, lighting a million million other worlds. The Slayer of Souls by Robert W. Chambers [1920]

Abraham Merri It is possible that for some reason survivors of this race sought refuge in the abysmal spaces, one of whose entrances is on the islet where Throckmartin’s party met its end. The Moon Pool by Abraham Merri

Wilkie Collins Then he stepped back a few paces; looked about him bewildered, as if he had forgotten where he was; and turned quickly towards the door, as if resolved to leave the room immediately. Hide and Seek by Wilkie Collins [1854]

Rudyard Kipling Now where are they?’ said Muller. Mowgli swept his hand round his head in a circle. Many Inventions by Rudyard Kipling [1893]

Wilkie Collins If I had leisure to grieve, where should I find the courage to face to-morrow? Thank God they did not want me at the inquest. The Queen of Hearts by Wilkie Collins [1859]

There was even a shirt-front where a head waiter hovered. The Singing Sands by Josephine Tey [1952]

Walter Scott Her toilette was hardly finished ere Henry appeared, to conduct the passive bride to the state apartment, where all was prepared for signing the contract. The Bride of Lammermoor by Walter Scott [1819]

I went off to ask him where he was bound for. Ketira the Gypsy by Ellen Wood [1876]

Maria Edgeworth They were in une petite loge, where they could see without being seen. Ormond by Maria Edgeworth

Mattin’s gone somewhere where he expects to spear eels. Gentlemen of Crime by Arthur Gask [1932]

Robert Louis Stevenson You forget the narrow lane where all men jostle together in unchivalrous contention, and the kennel, deep and unclean, that gapes on either hand for the defeated. Essays of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson

William Hope Hodgson And, after that, we talk softly of the land where God hath made monsters after the fashion of trees. The Boats of the “Glen Carrig” by William Hope Hodgson

The Coupeaus slept in the first room, where they also did the cooking and took their meals; a door at the back opened on to the courtyard of the house. L’Assommoir by Émile Zola

There’s the field where the bull chased Ginger Rodgers! And there’s the place where the horse-mushrooms used to grow! But there weren’t any fields or any bulls or any mushrooms. Coming up for Air by George Orwell

You go to London by the mail?” “Yes.” “Have you any idea of where you will stay. Lady Audley’s Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1862]

I last saw them in the neighbourhood of Prince John, and it is certain that they know where he has gone and what he is now doing. The House of the Four Winds by John Buchan

Arthur Morrison The drab stuff of his pockets peeped out here and there in a crumpled bunch, and his waistcoat gaped where the watch-guard had been. A Child of the Jago by Arthur Morrison

D. H. Lawrence Himself in black, made a flickering black spot in the delicate pallor of the great landscape, where even pine trees at a distance take a film of blue paler than their green. The Princess by D. H. Lawrence [1925]

George Gissing But where else should I go, but home? My place is there, until I have heard his pleasure. The Emancipated by George Gissing [1889]

Kate Chopin But where the healthful conditions are only physical, rapid motion changes from a source of pleasure to one of mere expediency. At Fault by Kate Chopin

The captain peered into the starboard stateroom, where the bed-clothes still lay tumbled in the bunk, the blanket flung back as they had flung it back from the disfigured corpse before its burial. The Ebb-Tide by Robert Louis Stevenson and Lloyd Osbourne

Virginia Woolf Her judgment was correct, and when she shut the door Rachel entered an enchanted place, where the poets sang and things fell into their right proportions. The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf [1915]

Now, where the dickens is the sense In calling that a year Which does no more than just commence Before the end is near? When I was young the year extended From month to month until it ended. The Devil’s Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce [1911]

F. Scott Fitzgerald Into Chicago, resonant with shrill June clamor; out to Lake Forest, where her friends moved already in an aura of new boys, new tunes, parties and house parties yet to be. Taps at Reveille by F. Scott Fitzgerald [1935]

He was bringing the buttons by Crosby of Birmingham very near to where he wanted to bring them. Aurora Floyd by Mary Elizabeth Braddon [1863]

The canoe was at a considerable distance, and I ordered the people to bring it round to the place where we were. Wanderings in South America by Charles Waterton [1825]

Mark Twain To this day in Germany and Switzerland, where St. Fridolin is revered and honored, the peasantry speak of him affectionately as the first walking delegate. What is Man? and other essays by Mark Twain

Wilkie Collins Look where we might, we found, as Mr. Blake had foretold that the work was advancing as rapidly and as intelligently as it was possible to desire. The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins [1868]

Arthur Conan Doyle Such an occasion is recorded by Macaulay, when he tells how in some Indian hill station, where books were rare, he let loose a copy of “Clarissa.” The effect was what might have been expected. Through the Magic Door by Arthur Conan Doyle [1907]

E. Phillips Oppenheim They say that the young lady has lost her memory—can’t remember anything about India, where she was supposed to come from, or any part of her past life. A Sleeping Memory by E. Phillips Oppenheim [1902]

William Hope Hodgson And so, presently, I had come to the lowest part, where the bight of the rope dipped downward in a bow towards the weed, and rose again to the mizzen mast of the hulk. The Boats of the “Glen Carrig” by William Hope Hodgson

Nay, it is presented daily in the humblest individual case, where wrong is triumphant over right, or innocence confounded with guilt in one common disaster. Goethe by Thomas De Quincey

It had gone, that indrawing cry, where only it could go, for the eternal City into which it was inevitably loosed absorbed it into its proper place. All Hallows’ Eve by Charles Williams [1945]

Rudyard Kipling There she stayed for a certain time, and the great stars of those mild skies beheld her playing puss-in-the-corner among islands where whales are never found. The Day’s Work by Rudyard Kipling [1898]

Over all lay a strange light, pallid, ghastly, where the sea spray whirled across the landscape and drove into my face until it grew numb with the cold. The Mystery of Choice by Robert W. Chambers [1896]

Virginia Woolf You can’t understand — you don’t understand —” He came up to where she stood looking at him in silence. The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf [1915]

Andrew Lang But, behold, the causes of the ill content are not yet all expressed, for even where a man hath licence to fish, he will hardly take trout in our age, unless he be all the more cunning. Letters to Dead Authors by Andrew Lang

Isabella Bird There was a simultaneous rush of trucks, hand-carts, waggons, and cars, their horses at full trot or canter, two of them rushing against the gravel-heap on which I was standing, where they were upset. The Englishwoman in America by Isabella Bird [1856]

And he could stay where he was all day unquestioned and unremarkable. The Man in the Queue by Josephine Tey