And the strange sickening fancies: I see things in the shops that tempt me, sometimes it is a dry biscuit, sometimes a basket of strawberries; but whatever it is, I stand and look at it, long for it, until weary of longing and standing with a sort of weight weighing me down, and my stays all Rucking up to my neck, I crawl home.
"Muslin"
George Moore
She lay awake, teased by the Rucking of the coarse hot sheet under her back, and the sweat that kept on sliding between her skin and her night gown.
"The Romantic"
May Sinclair