She was a country-looking, fresh-complexioned young woman, who was smartly dressed and trim as to ribbons and such things; and she held in her hand a basket of fairly good size and of fancy wicker-work.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
Looking down on her I could see, beneath a confusion of black eyelashes and dark eyebrow, that the blue eyes looked straight out in front of her, her arm lay along the wicker side-rest of the chair, languid, indolent, relaxed.
"To-morrow?"
Victoria Cross
The girl, with her hand on the wicker back of the chair, was watching a storm gather to the eastward, across the Illinois prairie.
"The Crisis, Volume 7"
Winston Churchill