He carried it in his bosom like a lover's secret, and added to it from time to time as the tide of sorrow Ebbed and flowed.
"A Key to Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam'"
Alfred Gatty
That was the way with most good work, but what he had never seen was its acceptance amongst the ranks of the "Pretty Good," its place given it beside that rising and falling tide of fiction that covered every year the greedy rocks of the circulating libraries and Ebbed out again leaving no trace behind it.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole
The colour Ebbed from his face.
"The Pioneers"
Katharine Susannah Prichard
