Yes, it was creeping down over the dyke, as no calf ever did or could creep.
— from Rainbow Valley by L. M. (Lucy Maud) Montgomery
He is not content with resembling a cross between Paul Pry and a Drury Lane clown—he pitchforks the paint on, increases the size of his mouth by "bringing up" the corners to insure a perpetual smile, wears a wig which even a Joey Grimaldi would shudder at, dresses as no countryman ever dressed, and wears a huge sunflower from his back garden.
— from The Strand Magazine, Vol. 07, Issue 38, February, 1894 An Illustrated Monthly by Various
They closed the doors, and none could enter, despite the women's screams.
— from Voices in the Night by Flora Annie Webster Steel
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