We are turned adrift; The lady's bosom is cold and stiffed, And her arm-pit's cold for me."
"Georgian Poetry 1913-15"
Edited by E. M. (Sir Edward Howard Marsh)
DeLong, with a stiffed oath, leaned back and scanned the faces about the table.
"Master Tales of Mystery, Volume 3"
Collected and Arranged by Francis J. Reynolds
They had been living for weeks in the midst of vastness, and had become accustomed to see stretched out around them immense tracts of land melting away into far blue distances, but this view from Mogar made them catch their breath and stiffed their pulses.
"The Garden Of Allah"
Robert Hichens