fleeing myself, I could not know, but from things the mother has dropped, they must have seen terrible times together, she and her husband.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Indeed, there are many such-big, impassive, impressive in their very loneliness, in summer given over to the winds and the meadow larks and to the shadows fleeing always over the hilltops.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
Mrs. Claybourne yielded, after first fleeing to her room in tears.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford