Wantele divined that he was half amused, half ashamed, at the honours which were now being heaped upon him, and certainly he was doing his best to make all those about him forget that he was in any sense unlike themselves.
"Jane Oglander"
Marie Belloc Lowndes
They had heaped logs on the women's fire and seen that all was right for them, and with cheerful good-nights had left them to themselves.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Never had he worked so furiously, and the earth and stone lay all about him and heaped at his feet.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine