Mr. Claybourne looked at me over the rims of his glasses, and tapped his letter on the corner of the table.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
Her blue eyes had black pupils and dark outside rims.
"In Wild Rose Time"
Amanda M. Douglas
The fog clung to them, dripped from the rims of their steel helmets, made their breath like steam.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs