"It really isn't worth bothering about," she had added, with some scorn; "it won't take me half an hour."
— from The Girl from Arizona by Nina Rhoades

Once Mr. Hewland had come in, to help Aunt Blin with a blind that was swinging by a single hinge, and which she was trying, against a boisterous wind, to reset with the other.
— from The Other Girls by A. D. T. (Adeline Dutton Train) Whitney

Now Eric crossed to the island where holmgangs are fought to this day, and after him came the two chosen, flourishing their swords bravely, and taking counsel how one should rush at his face, while the other passed behind his back and spitted him, as woodfolk spit a lamb.
— from Eric Brighteyes by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard

Berintha had a plain face, but a strong heart, and when she saw that Amy Holbrook was preferred, with steady hand and unflinching nerve, she wrote to her recreant lover that he was free.
— from Homestead on the Hillside by Mary Jane Holmes

She told me to buy all the Burlington and Sugar her account would stand, and did not even ask for my opinion.
— from Friday, the Thirteenth: A Novel by Thomas William Lawson

There was plenty of deadwood about, and they piled it up at the stems of the trees, set fire to it, and soon, the wind helping them, they had the satisfaction of seeing the whole thicket in a blaze “Ah!” said Hobson, “as we saw their fire, they will see ours!”
— from The Fur Country: Or, Seventy Degrees North Latitude by Jules Verne

But one, a very tall man, older than most there, spoke to one of the courtmen hard by, and sent him aft with some message.
— from A Sea Queen's Sailing by Charles W. (Charles Watts) Whistler

Robert Collyer at the bat would be a splendid hitter, and would send the Liberal ball hot to Brother Hatfield, on the short stop, and I would stake all my money that he couldn't make it so hot that Brother H. wouldn't stop it.
— from Letters of Peregrine Pickle by George P. (George Putnam) Upton