He dropped wearily into a swivel chair before the great table and placed his crutch at his feet; Wiping the perspiration from his forehead, he leaned forward, and rested his elbows on the table.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Hawley glanced up from Wiping a glass, and grinned.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
"Poor Helen," Mrs. Wedge said, Wiping her eyes, "how reluctantly she leaves the little crib."
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe