There were other details which impressed themselves upon her shrinking brain, and though she still insisted upon smiling at everything, she stood in the middle of the room holding up her skirts quite unconsciously, as if she were standing at a muddy street crossing, wondering how in the world she was ever going to reach the Other side.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
Val stepped carefully over a muddy spot on the walk.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
The sea was muddy, and the sky was low, and a thick haze hung over the distance.
"A Lady's Captivity among Chinese Pirates in the Chinese Seas"
Fanny Loviot