Then I lashed the tiller and went below to my own chest, where I got a soft silk handkerchief of my mother's.
— from Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson

"Try and come home somebody," said his mother to Gambetta as she sent him off to Paris to school.
— from Pushing to the Front by Orison Swett Marden

“Are you not going to sit down?” asked Graeme, as she seated herself on a low stool by the window.
— from Janet's Love and Service by Margaret M. (Margaret Murray) Robertson

She had no sooner said this, when casting her eyes on a great looking-glass, to her great amazement she saw her own home, where her father arrived with a very dejected countenance; her sisters went to meet him, and, notwithstanding their endeavours to appear sorrowful, their joy, felt for having got rid of their sister, was visible in every feature: a moment after, every thing disappeared, and Beauty's apprehensions at this proof of Beast's complaisance.
— from Beauty and the Beast by Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont

Sam appeared, with Mormon waddling after, too swiftly for his best ease or grace of motion, both grabbing at Sandy, swatting him on the back as he off-saddled.
— from Rimrock Trail by Dunn, J. Allan, (Joseph Allan)

"Oh, all right," said Mollie, with rather bad grace as she seated herself on a convenient rock.
— from The Outdoor Girls at Wild Rose Lodge; or, the Hermit of Moonlight Falls by Laura Lee Hope

He proved to her convincingly that her husband's wrath must all fall upon the grandmother: "And she," said he, "owing to that dangerous illness—though now, thank God!
— from A Russian Gentleman by S. T. (Sergei Timofeevich) Aksakov

But the one who swung it, never Gave a second stroke; his own throat, Where by armour not protected, Being cut by Werner's weapon.
— from The Trumpeter of Säkkingen: A Song from the Upper Rhine. by Joseph Victor von Scheffel

It was well for the success of Mac's first crusade that his hearers were gentlemen and sober, so his outburst was not received with jeers or laughter but listened to in silence, while the expression of the faces changed from one of surprise to regret and respect, for earnestness is always effective and championship of this sort seldom fails to touch hearts as yet unspoiled.
— from Rose in Bloom A Sequel to "Eight Cousins" by Louisa May Alcott