A ball of yarn lay in her lap, and she was knitting and rocking, knitting and rocking.
— from A Maid of the Kentucky Hills by Edwin Carlile Litsey
A knife of some kind, a rusty knife and rather jagged, I fancy.
— from The Master Detective: Being Some Further Investigations of Christopher Quarles by Percy James Brebner
How many people ascend to the Rigi Kulm on a day of tolerable weather in August from either Vitznau or Arth-Goldau one would hardly dare to guess; how many are housed at night in one or other of the monster hotels—at Rigi Kulm, at Rigi Kaltbad, at Rigi Staffel, at Rigi Scheidegg—that oppress and burden its weary summits is a matter not to be dwelt on.
— from The Lake of Lucerne by Joseph E. (Joseph Ernest) Morris
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