She must hear it, and slipping his arm around her, he drew her away and out to the seat under the old silver-leaf poplar tree.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
A little way from Tommy, Warren Venables stood, a leaf torn from a sketch-book thrust beneath his hat to guard forehead and eyes.
"The Furnace"
Rose Macaulay
And she, shaking like a leaf in the breeze, began to seek his hands and repeat hurriedly: I am afraid!
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz